I hate you. I hate you because you came to me when I was in a good place. Because I’d finally realised that I didnt need anyone to make me happy and I didnt need anyone in my life. I hate you because I wanted you there.

I hate your smile.
Because that’s the first thing I felt in love with, that it lit up your entire face, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
I hate your laugh.
Because no matter what it would make me laugh, even when I was mad at you.
I hate your eyes.
Because they used to light up when I smiled or called you trouble.
I hate your hugs.
Because they used to make me feel safe and loved, like no one could hurt me. 
I hate your voice.
Because it used to stop me in my tracks and make me just want to hear it for the rest of my life, especially when you sang.
I hate your stare.
Because it used to be so filled with love and passion, but now it’s cold and distant.
I hate you.
Because you were mine, but at some point you stopped seeing me as yours.