Your black hair you amazing skin the way you move like its nothing the way you look and the way you just don't care the way you smile and the way you do what you do the way you don't need anyone and the way you see things the way they are
You can have anyone you want and you still don't want anyone you just need you and I know I want you even if I know I shouldn't
But I hate the way you look when you look ate me I hate the way you smile when you smile at me I hate the way you are not needing me I hate the way you don't care when I want you to I hate what you do when you do it to me I hate hating you
But I love the way you walk when you walk to me I love the way you kiss when you kiss me I love the way you touch when you touch me I love the way you move when you move with me
And worst of all I hate myself for loving you
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