I hate you.

I hate you.

the way you speak,

the way you smell,

the way your eyes look at me 

with the intense love we share 

for each other.

I hate you.

the way you walk,

the way you hold yourself, confident with your shoulders back, looking straight ahead. 

                       You don't care what people think.

I hate you. 

the way your hair is perfect,

the way you always know what I am thinking,

the way you mirror back the parts of me that I try to ignore.

I hate that I admire you.

the way I wish I had your discipline,

the way you know when to stop,

the way your brain works.