I hate it when we delayed the confrontation as like we are heading to a long separation. I hate it when you make me wait but not when i long to see you dressed. I hate it when you unresponse the keepsakes even when i am not a wanderer of presents. I hate it when you use the lifelines when the answers is in your possession of mine. I hate the way my eyes beg for yours hands to be hold by yours, I hate it when you bail out in the end the memory could be a tale of legend. I hate the way you think of me considering the solicitude not the obsession of me. I hate that you cant realise me crying you say that you love seeing me smiling. I hate you the way i hate arts and poets because i am never good enough. I hate your future in which I faced existence recession, consider these hatings to be complaints of your loved one Please, never leave me thats a ask for compensation.