Things I hate

An old poem.

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I hate it when this happens
I hate how it makes me I feel
I hate it when the sun shines
and how nothing you say is real

I hate it when you feel bad
I like to comfort you
(So I secretly love it when you feel sad,
so I'll have a reason to)

I hate to be among people
I hate to know that I care
I hate to be here for you,
when you are never there

I hate to write a poem,
that I must admit
It's like I'm making a puzzle,
with pieces that never fit

I hate the fact that I don't want to hate you
and I can't live on my own
I hate YOU but without you,
I'll end up being alone

~Aviva Creations