I hate the way you make me feel,
Like I have no control of my own.
I hate the way you say my name,
It makes me weak with happiness
I hate it cos I’m in love with you,
But I know you'll never feel the same.
I hate it when your nice to me,
Its harder for me to move on.
I hate it when you look at me,
With your smile from ear to ear.
I hate it when you read my mind,
There’s nothing I can hide.
I hate it that I just realised,
That we are meant to be.
I hate that you’re not leading me on,
And you feel the same way.
I hate that you never told me,
The fact that you are In love with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The bounary line between the love and hate seems to vanish in the ecstasy of love. CP