-I hate how much you make me smile, even just the thought of you begins the reservoir of butterflies breaking from their cocoons making their way out of the place where you often make your way to feast. (And the pulsing... begins... again...)
-I hate it when I get "hey beautiful" text messages to only find out it's not you. (Like damn... I don't want attention from them. Don't worry Papi, they are only shadows that cover your non-existence)
-I hate that you're not taking advantage of my half decent TexMex meals, while the ones sipping on the 12% at it's finest are the ones made with the most love.
(Shame....do you even know me.)
-I hate it that there is a seed of fear inside the depths that exists knowing any day you can find the "one". (Or forever hold your peace....)
-I hate how I openly, waiting, and ready to welcome you like a prodigal son. (Weird analogy, but it's the LOVESICK part about it...)
-I hate how I dwell in my bed full of lonely nights, day dreaming in the beds of Solomon. (For you have awaken the love that pleases. Oh My Beloved, rest your head between my breasts, my lover is a wild flower, a sweet sachet of myrrh.)
-I hate the the cycle of the three C's. The on going comparison, a constant contemplation of how you're better than them. (The truth is my white lie..)
-I hate that I know the truth, the truth of my worth, the respect I deserve, and the "never settle" quotes that inflame when I'm trying to get you to stop running around the dome. (It's True, and to them, they know...but to you I don't.)
-I hate that I'm often wondering in disbelief if this will ever stop, you all up in my emotions. Will there be a day you don't exist in my deep, deep, (sigh) thinking cranium. (But the real question I battle is if I want it to stop..)
I hate it....
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