I hate that I love you; I really do.
I would have been much richer alone.
Now there’s one more mouth to feed,
And a thousand more groans to groan.
I hate that I love you; I really do.
I would have been much stronger alone.
Now I have to cry when you’re in pain,
And when you do wrong, I have to condone.
I hate that I love you; I really do.
I would have been much wiser alone.
Now I have to be stupid just to make you laugh,
And I don’t take decisions on my own.
I hate that I love you; I really do.
I had many friends, but now you’re all I’ve got.
But I’ve seen enough; I’m leaving you.
Love is blind; I am not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem