Hate

I hate you.

I hate the fact I cannot stop thinking or wanting you near me.

I hate you.

Hate the idea of needing you in my life

Hate the notion that I am tied to you

Hate the fact my heart swells with such emotion that my chest is bound to burst

A strange addiction that I can't seem to break.

Sadness and joy coiled around me when I see you.

I suppose I should let go, but I've done it so many times and I keep ending back with you.