Why?

Why?

Why are you such an arrogant prick?

Why do you never notice me?

Why is it every time I walk past you, you don’t seem to notice me?

Why do I even try?

Why am I so jealous when you talk to another girl?
Why?

Do you even love me?

Do you hate me?

Do you want to be with me?

Do you hide your feelings for me?

Do you?

I hate how I even try to impress you.

I hate how you give me butterflies when you touch me.

I hate it when you look me in the eyes.

I hate how you ignore me.

I hate everything about you.

I hate the fact that I love you.