How do I hate you?

I hate you,

I hate the way you make me feel,

and the way you talk to me.

I hate how you look at me,

like no one else is in the room.

I hate how when I sit next to you,

and our legs touch you don't move.

I hate when I look into your eyes,

and you don't break eye contact,

or if you do it's to look at my lips.

I hate the color of your eyes,

and the way they make me stare.

I hate how you say my name,

and how I want to hear it again.

I hate how you can make me laugh so easily,

and make me smile just by looking at me.

I hate the way it feels when you hardly touch me,

and how it burns my skin,

I don't pull away.

I hate how even when we aren't supposed to be talking you still try to talk to me,

and when you aren't supposed to be looking at me I catch you staring.

I hate myself more than anything,

because I don't hate you at all.

I hate how I have fallen in love with all those things about you,

but you still haven't fallen in love with me.

From the outside looking in everyone thinks one day it'll happen,

we will finally be together, 

but what they don't know is that has already happened,

and that is just one of the many reasons why you hate me.

But between you and I,

I know you actually do hate all those things.

You hate all the little things,

and the big things,

it makes me want to hate you.

In reality I will never hate you,

because I can't hate you,

I love everything about you.

And that is what I really hate,

that I don't hate you at all.