It's unfair for people to tell you how you feel,
Half the time I don't even know,
So how could they?

They don't know me,
Not that I've ever given them a chance.
I hate not feeling,
I hate being right there,
And so far away,
I hate not knowing,
I hate indifference,
I hate the smell of low tide,
And I hate you,
I hate your stupid blond hair,
I hate your overly lopsided grin,
I hate that you're gone,
I hate missing you.

It shouldn't be this hard,
If it wasn't,
Would it all still be worth it?
I really wish I knew.