Random Collection of Thoughts

I Must Learn To Hate You

If I had a dollar

for every time I looked at you

I would be rich.

And if I had a dollar

for every time I wished i wouldn't

I would be even richer.

I know that you aren't good for me,

so I try and hate you.

But somehow you just come back,

and I realized that I don't

 I don't hate you any more.

So I sigh,

and I turn away.

And I tell myself not to think of you.

No more.

I say.

No more.

I tell myself

I'm too good for you.

You don't know anything of honesty.

You don't know anything of trust.

So the next time I see you,

I think

I must not love you.

I must learn to hate you.

Because if I don't,

you will break me.