I hate the way my pulse spikes at just the mention of his name.
I hate the way my breath hitches whenever I see him.
I hate the way I blush when I talk about him.
I hate that I even thought for one second I could be over him.
I hate the fact that I always want to hear him say just one more word.
I hate that I can't seem to speak to him when he's around.
I hate that I have a crush on him when he obviously doesn't feel the same.
I hate it,
I hate it,
I hate it.
I hate knowing what we could be,
And I hate the pain of knowing that
We're not.
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The Light in the Dark (Completed)
PoetryCover made by the amazing @mikeyspizzadope (go check them out they're cool) It's 3 A.M., and you can't sleep. Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. Your ears are ringing, echoing in your brain, and everything hurts so badly. Your...
