Hate to Love

I'd love to hate you,
but I just...

Can't.

I hate to love you
because I just
can't let you go.

I should know better by now:
Keep your head down
and your walls up.

But every morning,
my eyes search, unbidden,
for your laughing face
and my heart breaks-

Just a little more.

And my breaking heart,
skips a beat
when your eyes meet mine.

Haven't you caused enough damage?

Oh, God.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

Is it just me,
or does your gaze linger?
Do you laugh more
and tease less?

"Supid," I tell myself,
"Naive, romantic fool."
It doesn't matter what he thinks.
Why does HE matter?

Liar.
My heart drums back stubbornly.
Liar,
liar,
liar.

With my head in the clouds,
and my heart so close to you,
it's hard to breathe,
and even harder to see.

"You're heart will guide you."
They say, but always seem to forget
you've got to have a needle
for that compass of a heart
to stitch it back together
after the person who put it there
ripped it apart.

Because I'd love to hate you,
but I just...

Can't.

So for now,
I'll just hate to love you,
because I can't let you go.

Not yet.

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SG.