Featured Poem: I Hate That I Love You

Featured Poem: I Hate That I Love You - Simplicity

I Hate That I Love You

Here are footprints you left

which wouldn't wash off

even as tears drop turn river

The night you left, I died

the back you turned on me

I used to hold firm to my chest

the mouth where your heart lies

I kissed with love,

now u broke me with same

You are the flower I wouldn't mind

holding its thorns tight

You're whom I call mine

under thousands of stars I wish to kiss u

I wouldn't mind being your shield

when you're battling through roughs

Even when you don't appreciate, I care not

Just give me love, is all I asked for

When you said you love me

You made me wet

Our first kiss sent my soul

on a journey to the horny land

now you left me to drive in a worry van

One side love more and that's me

for you dominate all pages of my diary

all the while, you've been lying

Still, I can't forget you and

I must confess I still love

I hate you but I love you

I detest your smell though I want it again

I don't ever want to see you but

I hope to bump into you

I don't ever want you still I need you right now

Your lips got lies but, can I kiss you one more ?

I'm crazy not for you but about you

and I hate that I love you.

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