I hate the way you call my name,
for a gentle voice can make me smile.
I hate the way you whisper in my ear,
for every wave it lingers within.
I hate how you hold my hands,
like a puzzle that fits mine.
I hate how you touch my hair,
saying how you want me to stay.
I hate the way your hand touches my face,
for every inch I know you're here.
I hate the way you say you love me,
for I can feel every words you say.
I hate you doing the things I hated the most,
for all these things, are the things,
that make me love you most.
The worst part of a period
1 week ago