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 learnt a language
of any time period or a country,
like repeating history
because I hate it terribly
the way I come back to you
over and over
instinctively, sub-consciously, fucking desperately
but I most certainly hate the most
that I'll never ever hate
the way you're being what you are
completely.
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