Vanna

Hate

I hate you.

I hate how you’re always in my head,like a broken record on repeat.

I hate how you light me up inside, a spark turning into a fire I never meant to start.

I hate how you make me nervous, like a kid on the first day of school, hands shaking, heart too loud.

I hate how you make me care about how I look, about what I say, about everything.

I hate how you make me want to let you in, even after I swore every door was locked.

I hate how much you make me feel.

I hate how much I don’t hate you at all.