Why I love

I feel blank, speechless, and I hate her,
I hate her distance and problems that somewhat drove her away
I hate that I was also guilty for it
and I hate her for being the love, the air and for being who she is,
the explorer, the adventure, the impulse
for making me fall
I hate her nicknames and for being my life, for being a queen
for being loved by everyone, for being a cake in a pan
for being the first, for being P

I also hate her for being the flirt, the friend, the crush
the midnight call, and the sex, for being the tear and the voice
I hate her for trying to be better and for her distance, for her desires
for trying to grow and for having a heart, I hate her for being mine
I hate her for being my heart and life, for being M

I hate her too, I hate her for trying to leave, for being sick, for making the wrong decisions
I hate her for listening, for speaking, for complaining,
I hate her for being dearest, for the talking and the drive,
for letting me be me, for allowing me to her secrets and for her honesty
for being my friend and my ear, I hate her for her freedom and her body
for her smile, and lips
I hate her for being a princess, for being D

I hate her, yes I hate her, for clicking with me, for thinking like me
for her passion and smile, for her recklessness, and for her spirit, for her maturity
I hate her for her experience and for her journeys, I hate her stories, and her world
I hate her for understanding me, and for standing with me, for knowing me and appreciating me
she must be hated for being cool and always aware beyond comparison of what surrounds her, I hate her because I know she will be gone too
for knowing my tastes and for teasing me,
I hate her for existing and making me fail and fall,
for being love and not being alone, for being a seeker and a finder
for just being L

I hate them all, I hate her and only she is who will make me hate her forever since she will go, and will leave me alone once more. And this time I will have to rise alone
she definitely makes me hate her so....