Any other way...

I hate you.

I hate you when you stare into my soul and make me feel naked and ... so... vulnerable...

I hate that I want to feel vulnerable with you...

I hate the way your lips curve slowly into a smile, going all the way to the wrinkles around your eyes... making me feel like I’d tear the world to see you smile like that once again...

I hate the way my breath catches seeing the fire in your eyes, burning me with their light...

I hate the way I want to become a better person, make the world a better place, for you, to be your equal...

I hate the way we argue and fight and still I’d forgive you in an instant if you asked me to...

I hate the way you make me feel so powerless and yet so powerful all at the same time...

I hate you.

I hate it when you are in pain, because of me or because of something else...

I hate it when someone treats you less than you deserve, and you allow it...

I hate it when you feel you deserve less than you do...

I hate you when you don’t use your potential, when you have so much to offer...

I hate it when you are haunted by things that I don’t understand

When you don’t tell me about those things that I don’t understand...

I hate you.

I hate you when you are petty and immature and selfish and so human that I just can’t digest it...

Then I hate myself for hating you...

I hate it when reality slaps my face telling me that you are not perfect... and I hate myself for slapping reality back saying that

I wouldn’t have you any other way...