I Hate

I really hate a lot of things

About you,

About us.

I really hate how

My stomach gets these butterflies

Every time I'm with you.

I hate that

Right here in this moment,

Your lips aren't on mine.

I hate it when

When I'm next to you

My knees get weak.

I hate how

My hands are cold

And you're not here to warm them up.

I really hate

I'm forced to stare at your picture

And not your handsome face next to me.

But most of all,

I hate that you don't know

How much I love you.