Hate To Love You
"You break me, you know that? It hurts to have you standing next to some other guy and it hurts to watch you walk away." He said, heartwarmingly.
"And you hurt me Powell, how many times am I going to have to say that? Every chance I give you, it seems you just throw it away." I spat. He was silent.
"Either you're with some other girl, sleeping with her and kissing her while I'm around, or getting mad when I'm with some other hottie. That doesn't seem fair."
We stared into each others eyes, every time I express the truth he always gets quiet. I could see misery and shame in his green lit eyes. "I love you," he says to me. My heart sank deeply.
"I hate you," he was trying to get me to break, but it wasn't working. Not again, but when he encircled his arms around my waist, pulling me into his hard chest, it was kind of hard to resist.
He didn't hesitate to smash his lips against mine, the instance feeling of him against me was amazing.
"Well, I hate that I have you too."