love me not

Love me not.

i miss you when i press that germ riddled bus button to state my stop,

when i wake up,

to one side of the bed being too cold to touch,

and when there's nobody to turn to with my tears.

i hate you when i remember the fights,

and the words that came out your mouth,

because if you could say them,

then imagine how long you'd thought them.

i love you when i think of the way our hands fit just right,

or the non-stop laughter that fills out nights

and your inability to watch a movie for longer than five minutes,

because you always fall asleep in three.

but now i miss, i hate, i love you most

when you're by my side

and i realise that i don't miss, hate or love you at all.