Mismatch
can't help it hate every bit of you. hate the way you look, the way we came across in the middle of a chit chat suddenly. definitely hate the way you look at me empty from all meanings but means a lot to me like a new wave I want to dive hate the way I hit the ground. hate the way you fuck lost in the void and the dark empty from all meanings empty from all feelings I'm feeling every bit of you. hate the way you talk think it means the worlds means all the things unspoken -that i wish to speak out- but I only hear the sweetness of the voice and see the smoothness of the lips. hate the way you smell can't say more can't miss more like coming home. hate the way you look fresh out of shower looks like a new born looks like something once mine that I'll never own but always belong to the boy who's never grown. hate the way I think leaves me out of words that are ever invented, spelled and spoken out like I've never lea...