I Hate
I hate that I want you
You of all people
So out of my reach
I laugh at my own hopelessness
You who have your pick
Of twenty girls I assume
With much more experience then me
Why do I want you?
You, who are everything I'm not
Rash and foolish
Where I am serious and collected
My opposite in everything
I hate the way you do things
And I hate your cockiness, so much
But most of all
I hate that I want you
I hate it more than I hate you
