The Things I Hate

I HATE the way rains and roses still remind me of YOU, and the way Belgian chocolates will never taste as sweet...

I HATE the way my smile has changed: plastered, hesitant, forced...

I HATE that I find myself wanting to call you at 1 AM...

I HATE the way I'm supposed to pick up the pieces and move on...that I'm supposed to believe that everything's gonna be alright...

I HATE that I have to drink to forget...and the hangover that follows and remembering all over again...

But the thing I HATE the most is that no matter how I try, I can't bring myself to hate YOU the way I hate everything else!