I hate to think of you,
Yet I live for those moments,
And I know I shouldn't.
I'm setting myself up for failure.
With my lids closed,
I see you clearly in my Mind's Eye.
Your eyes behind your glasses,
Your body beneath your clothes.
If only you were less tantalizing,
If only you were unattractive to me,
Maybe I could stop causing myself pain.
Maybe I wouldn't be numb inside.
Maybe, if not in reality, you'd be with my in dreams,
Then I'd enjoy an endless night of sleep,
Where your skin and mine could touch,
Where I'm not reminded of your differences.
I hate to think of you,
This just might be love,
Cause I love to be with you,
Yet I hate to go our separate ways.
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