I hate the feeling when i see you.
i hate the fact that i can not occupy my thoughts with anything besides you.
I hate you so much that i cant wait to talk to you
I hate that im too incompetent to tell you.
its not love i always say.
its an extreme likng of you.
your face, your eyes, the way you talk, your jokes.
all of these i hate but secretly adore.
why cant i just stop liking you and learn a different langueage or something.
anything that will keep me busy.
i hate this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem