I saw him again,
The sweating of my hands,
The stuttering of my tongue,
And the feeling was still there.
He didn't change much.
He still had that effect on me.
I was happy when I saw him again
But I hate what I feel.
I hate those eyes that stare on me.
And I hate to hear his voice.
I hate the way he talks to me,
Coz I wish that time could freeze.
He was back on my world,
And he still had a space on it.
I was still trapped in the memories,
And I hate what I feel.
I hate the way I care for him,
And I hate him coz he didn't mind.
I hate when his laughter fill the air,
Coz I wish that I could laugh with him.
I hate to smell his old perfume,
Coz it irritates my nose.
And I'll miss it when he leaves again,
And I hate to feel this way.
I hate him coz he showed up again,
And I can't help to fall again.
I hate coz he was so numb,
And he didn't feel the same.
The last thing that I hate about him,
He made me fall and love him,
And he didn't care to catch me,
And he didn't know it hurts.
Wounded Soul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hate-what-i-feel/
