Friday, November 16, 2007
I hate the way you're so nice.
I hate the way you make my heart go crazy.
I hate the way everything reminds me of you -
the piano, the stars, the rain.
I hate the way my heart sinks when my phone rings and it isn't you.
I hate it when I have to say, 'It doesn't matter.", because it does.
I hate the way things are.
I hate it that when I can't sleep at night, all that I can think about is you.
But I don't hate you,
I like you.
The Sun Shone at; 5:30 AM;