By Alicia Daywalt
I hate her
I hate the way she makes me feel
The way my blood boils
And the butterflies flutter in my stomach
I hate that I care about her
No matter how hard I try
She was what tore my heart apart
Yet she was the one who put it back together
I hate how she’s always on my mind
Drowning out all my other thoughts
She was always there for me
Until she shut me out
I hate how well she knows me
The way she read me like an open book
Her light eyes made me feel safe
The darkness that came after was filled with pain
I hate how she was my home
the only thing that brought me comfort
She would wipe my tears away
Little did she know she was the reason why
I hate that we always fought
All the screaming and crying
We would argue until our lungs collapsed
And laugh until our stomachs hurt
But most importantly
I hate these six words
The words that shattered my heart
I hate that I love her
Alicia Daywalt is a sophomore and writing is a new hobby that she recently picked up. Ever since she was a kid she really enjoyed reading and drawing, which led her down this path as well. She loves writing poems and short stories and hopes that one day she can travel the world and write about her experiences.