I hate-love you

I hate you.

I hate you for saying that you’re going to call me and ending up calling someone else.
I hate you for making me wait so long for your stupid replies.
I hate you for leading me on, on that Sunday night.
I hate how you made my palms clam whenever you held it.
I hate how you smell so good and how it feels so good to be so close to you.
I hate how you stare at me and instantly make my face turn into a weird shade of red, like some kind of giant tomato.
I hate how your face inches closer and you stop just to leave a few inches away from our lips.
I hate how you make me laugh so easily.
I hate how good it feels when your hands are on my waist.
But the three things I hate the most about you are;
I hate how you’re with her and you’re not with me.
I hate how I will never be good enough for you.
I hate how I’m so deeply in love with you.

Yes, you read it right.

I love you.