Hate

OK, how i hate you
 For making me want you so.
 How I hate myself
 For being so weak.
 How I hate your tempting glances
 . or worse yet; your ignorance.
 How I hale my effort
 How i hate what you bring out in me,
 And your effortless magnetism.
 How i hate the things i do for you
 To wake your desire.
 How i hate the all devouring
 Solitude that your smile transposes.
 How i hate the fact
 You could have whom ever you want.
 How I hate the way
 You make me wish i was among those.
 How i hate your exquisite taste,
 Your sleekness and grace.
 How I hate my lack thereof,
 And the longing to match you.
 How I hate you stir in me.
 I'd die for you, you know.
 How I hate the irony.
 Insane that this is love.