Treasure Island

Ariel Miles

(10-9-1991 / Brooklyn, Ny)

I Hate...


I hate when you smile
because it makes me smile
I hate it when you laugh
because it makes me happy
I hate it when you're hurt
because I begin to cry
I also hate it when you're angry
but I don't know why
When you hold me
I feel secure
& complete
in so many ways
& when I look into your eyes
I never stare
I gaze
You're the closest thing to my heart
So close
you wouldn't believe
your kiss alone holds memories
of a love expected to be
I hate you
because I love you
& I hate that
you're always on my mind
but I get hurt real deep
when you smile at me
& reality kicks in
that you'll never be mine

Submitted: Sunday, May 14, 2006
Edited: Sunday, May 14, 2006

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