Love the way, hate the way
I love the way I gave you everything I had. Every inch of my skin now belongs to you. I am trying not to be sad, But I am still jealous when I am looking at you two. I love to remember every day I spent With you, ruining everything. I love the way we are creating chaos, While doing some scary things. I love the way you light up my cigarette And the way you call me beautiful. Oh, how i love when you sweat And when you are dutiful. i hate when your hands are on steering-wheel, Because you can’t touch my face. i hate the way we are having sex And war on the next day. Hate the way you are playing on my nerves And pretend like you don’t care. I thought you will accept me the way I am. But as I see, you are not here. Hate the way when you are lying Or just not saying anything. Hate the way you are denying All my theories about everything. Hate the way you think I love the pain. And the way you are afraid of me. I know we are going to do it again It doesn’t matter if I hate some things. I hate the way you call me stupid And the way you think I am gossiping. Hate the way when we are fighting And on the next day act like, nothing’s happening. Love the way you hold me tight And the way I know that you know. The way we look up at the stars at nights How you read my mind or go slow. There were days when I wanted you. I am sure you can guess those days, Like when I loved you or when i hated you, Because I know you felt the same way. I was never expected things to change But can we get through the week without fighting? Seems like we stuck on the same page And here I am now sitting and writing. I hate many things. But I don’t want them to change. Because I love the way You are stupid for your age.
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Єгор Комаров
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