i’m addicted to love,
i hate it.
i love it,
but i hate it.

i hate love.
it keeps me away from sleep.
i hate getting attached to people,
i hate love.

i always love the ones who
never sees me.
but never love the ones who
does.

i love someone,
but that someone isn’t me.
they say if you want to love someone,
you have to love yourself first.

you see that’s the problem,
i can’t.

is this why they never sees me?
when there are some,
is it because they love me for my flaws?
or love me just so i could love myself?

i’m ungrateful,
i’m unwanted,
and i whine a lot.

i realized,
i knew,
but i still did it anyway.