What I Hate MostI hate that you are all that I dreamed of,
all that I wished could be real,
and all that I didn't dare ask for.
I hate that you came unexpectedly,
disguised as someone else,
deceiving me at every corner.
I hate that your eyes sparkle when we're alone,
that you blush with one glance from me,
and that you'll never realise how special you are.
I hate that I gave you my everything,
that I held my heart out to you,
that you simply smiled and looked away.
I hate that you left my everything, ripped to pieces,
in clear view for the world to see,
strewn all over your bedroom floor without a backward glance.
I hate that you're going to make me wait forever,
and that I, like a fool,
will always wait for you.
I hate that every night, your face haunts me,
and, despite all of this, you still make me smile,
just because, in my eyes, you are perfect.
I hate that I force myself to see you with her,
just to prove that this pain is real,
although I can very well feel my heart failing in my chest.
I hate that the time for us will never come,
and that no matter how hard I pray,
I feel like no one's listening.
I hate that my patience is wearing even thinner,
but that your voice still manages to freeze my blood,
and make it rush to my head at the same time.
I hate that you know you're perfect for me,
that you know how much I care for you,
but that you'll never find the courage to just talk to me.
I hate that you pretend to be oblivious,
but what I hate most
is that I blindly took the fall.
What I hate most
is that I don't hate you at all.
Poetry by Amanda Manmohan
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Written on 2006-07-08 at 02:55
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