I hate the fact that I can see you from anywhere
Everywhere I go I see you and I hate it
Not even on some deja vu type shit
I see the car that you used to drive
And I have to stop my mind from wandering.
Wandering to images of you driving that car,
Coming to see me.

I hate that I know exactly where you are in a crowd.
I can't focus when you come about and I fucking hate it
You pop up and drop out and yet you're still in my head
This power you have over is exhausting.
Trying to contain myself from you is exhausting.

I hate that we met,
That we talked,
That we fucked.
I hate that I think about you when I know you aren't thinking about me.
I hate you,
But I mostly hate that I don't mean it.