I hate you. I
hate everything about you.
From your beautiful black eyes, to your laugh.
I hate the way you got me wrapped around your finger.
I hate the fact that you give me butterflies.
I hate it that when we talk, everything around me disappears.
I hate how I don't feel numb around you.
I hate that you're fixing me.
But most of all, I hate myself.
Because darlin', as easy as fixing me is, leaving and breaking my heart, would be much, much easier.