I tell myself I hate you

The way you talk

the way you walk

the way you sing and smile and dance

I hate it all.

I hate the way you run through my head

in the little moments

throughout the day

it’s so intrusive!

What did I do

to deserve this?

to deserve to

sit next to you

and watch you dance

and sing

and smile

in that way that you do

I don’t have a clue.

I’d wish you’d disappear--

if I didn’t know I’d miss you.