Note:

Really old piece that I found, re-read and didn’t think was too mad

Review if you feel like it.

God I hate you so much.

I hate how your lips taste so sweet, the moans that come from your moth.

I cant keep my hands off your body, I want to make you whine.

Your hips are to fuckin hard, you’re so skinny it’s unhealthy, but it makes it easy to push you up against the wall.

I hate how long your hair is but the sounds you make when I pull on it drive me wild.

The way your throw your head back and the way you move is far too feminine, I hate that too.

Its annoying how you beg for it, but I wont shut you up because denying you makes it all the more fun.

Your so light I can lift you without any effort, but I hate that you bruise so easily. I like to hurt you though, I like to see the marks on your body as proof that I have had you.

Shit, and you keep coming back every time, asking for more. It’s sick that you like me to hurt you, but I like doing it, like putting my hands around your neck squeezing till you actually look afraid.

That’s why you love me isn’t it? Because you know I don’t love you back, you know I hate you and that one day I might just go too far, push to hard or wait a little too long.

Then what would you do? Would you still be loving me with those eyes when you were slipping away, like water down a drain. Fuck I hate the way you tell me all the time, press yourself against me after we’ve finished and put your face in my hair, whispering those three little words that make my blood boil. I hate that. I hate that only you can make me angry.

I hate it when you take you’re time coming back as well, hate it how you make me fret, waiting for a phone call or text message telling me you’re sorry you made me mad. I hate that you think it’s you’re fault, hate that you think it’s because of you that I get angry. It’s true though, I hate that too.

It’s so annoying that you turn up unannounced in my apartment, sitting naked on my lounge or my bed. I should never have given you a key, but you know I wont take it off you now because I cant resist you, cant say no because I want it so bad.

It’s so conceited that you gave yourself to me for Christmas, like I hadn’t had you already a thousands times before. I know you don’t have any money and that the costume you wore probably came out of my wallet. I hate that I still said thankyou, and forked over a 20 later for you’re taxi ride home as well feeding you, and dressing you decently.

Fuck. I hate that you are so faithful to me, and that I feel like I have some obligation not to cheat on you. It’s so sad that you hang off my every word like they are the ten commandments and take everything I say literally.

It’s so maddening that I cant resist you.

It makes me so angry that I cant deny you anything you ask for.

It hate that you can make me angry when no one else can.

It’s so shameful that I hang around waiting for your call.

Its so stupid that you are so faithful.

Its so sick that you love me

It’s so sad that you love how I hate you.

And that’s what makes me so afraid.

Because really, I don’t think I hate you at all.