hopelessly

I hate your golden curls,

the way they get matted when you sleep. 

I hate your boring blue eyes,

the way they look when you weep. 

I hate your sword of bronze,

the way you can call it at your hip. 

I hate all the words you say,

the way that they move off of your lips. 

I hate that we are roommates, 

the way I see you every morning. 

I hate when you run into danger, 

the way you nudge off every single warning. 

I hate that you're invincible, 

the way you think this is all a game. 

I hate all of your stupid magic,

the way that it bursts me into flames. 

But the thing I hate most about what you do,

is the way it makes me hopelessly in love with you.