I Hate That I Love you

Dear Him, I hate you.

It's 9:26 and all I want is to see your brilliant smile contort into something sinister,

it's 9:27 and all I want is to tell you to go change out of that hideous orange shirt- no matter how good it makes your abs look,

it's 9:28 and all I want is to feel your strong arms turn to dust at my feet,

it's 9:29 and all I want is to brush your damn hair, seriously it's a mess,

it's 9:30 and all I want is to fall asleep without seeing your asymmetrical face,

it's 9:31 and all I want is to stop you from entering my dreams- they are for happy thoughts- Get Out, 

it's 9:32 and all I need is to hate you.

Dear Him, I don't know what time it is.

And I hate that I don't hate you.