Not Even At All

I hate to see him in pain
I hate to see him hurt
I hate to see him lie
about the tears upon his shirt
I hate the cuts upon his arms
and even worse the scars
I hate looking at the sky
and seeing all the stars

I hate the way he held me
I hate the way we cried
I hate the way he said forever
I hate the way he sighed
I hate the way he laughed
and the way he held my hand
I hate the way we danced
and even the way he'd stand

I hate the ring he gave me
and that I would say yes
I hate the tiny kisses
he'd put upon my chest
I hate the way he'd wake me up
by kissing me so gently
I hate the way he'd stare at me
blue-green eyes looking at me so intently

and even though I hate all these things
I could never hate him, not even at all