She hates you for saying the worst things
At the best of times.
You look at her.
Say something funny,
Hurt her feelings,
Make her cry
In a cubicle with nobody's eyes.
You call it friendship.
She calls it bullshit.
She hates you for not seeing clearly.
For laughing genuinely
When really, she's not happy.
Minutes, days, months, went on.
And yet you remain to be clueless
Or heartless
As you continue to be numb
Or dumb.
She smiled only when you did
And die a little every time inside.
She hates you for making her feel.
Anger, a flutter in the chest, a tickle in her belly.
Things she never wanted to,
Things she never thought she ever would.
Hate you for making her feel again.
For that lit a fire,
A hope that has been forgotten long time ago.
Frustration. Confusion.
Until the mirror becomes a person,
Someone she talks to
Someone to tell honestly that
She hates you mostly because
As much as she wants to hate you,
She still can't help
But fall in love with you.
At the best of times.
You look at her.
Say something funny,
Hurt her feelings,
Make her cry
In a cubicle with nobody's eyes.
You call it friendship.
She calls it bullshit.
She hates you for not seeing clearly.
For laughing genuinely
When really, she's not happy.
Minutes, days, months, went on.
And yet you remain to be clueless
Or heartless
As you continue to be numb
Or dumb.
She smiled only when you did
And die a little every time inside.
She hates you for making her feel.
Anger, a flutter in the chest, a tickle in her belly.
Things she never wanted to,
Things she never thought she ever would.
Hate you for making her feel again.
For that lit a fire,
A hope that has been forgotten long time ago.
Frustration. Confusion.
Until the mirror becomes a person,
Someone she talks to
Someone to tell honestly that
She hates you mostly because
As much as she wants to hate you,
She still can't help
But fall in love with you.