I shouldn't love you, but I do.

I love the way you act,

the way you smile.

I have loved you now, for quite long while.

I see you there, every day,

I see you, I see the way,

the way you are, it always changes,

like seasons of the year,

I know it's happening,

I know how it's been,

But I can never prepare.

I sit and think, in the cold night air,

that I shouldn't love you, but I do.

I love the way you laugh, the way you talk,

the way you love to make me laugh.

The laughs we share, while we walk,

together, forever, you say, best friends til the end.

Is it bad, that sometimes, I wish it would hurry and end?

I want the pain to stop, the ache to stop.

And if you knew what you were doing to me, I know you would too.

I shouldn't love you,

but....I do.

I should hate you, but I don't.
I hate the way you act, the way you smile.
I've hated you for some time now,
it's been quite a while.
It's been, since I started loving you,
if I recall.
I shouldn't have any feelings for you, none, none at all.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't, I wish I could,
stop the ache, stop the pain, and feel,
like a normal teenager should.
Not often though,
more often than not, I'm infatuated,
with you, but try not to show it.
I hope it's not obvious,
I hope you don't know it.
I wish I could tell you, but for the moment, I won't.
I should hate you..
but...I don't.