I hate it when I saw you from my bedroom window.
I hate it when I was completely dazzled,
even though I already imagined that for a hundred times.
I hate it that you showed up with your indeed charm.
I couldn't breathe for a moment and I hate it.
I hate it when all I can do was telling my lungs to gasp for more air.
I hate it.
I hate it when I barely manage to held back that strong desire.
Desire to put my arms around your waist.
That night. On your motorcycle.
I hate it when you secretly took my picture and smiled at it.
I hate it when you laughed at my jokes,
'cause I knew that laugh is one of infinite reasons I fall for you.
I fuckin' hate it when you look deeply into my eyes,
And the fact that my heart skips a beat.
I hate that these butterflies stay in my stomach for more than 24 hours.
I truly hate it when we were about to leave,
And the way my mind keep begging for one more minute.
I hate it so much that the next day you easily act like I don't exist.
I hate it when you turned into a complete asshole.
Cold as ice.
Most of all, I hate the fact that I still adore you,
when I know you don't have any intention to make up your mind.
-T.N.V-
