I hate myself for loving you,

Pretentious and stubborn, you smile at me.

A grin, or a snarl, you laugh at my misery,

Yet unwillingly I love you.

Briefly holding my hand,

my face turns an unpleasent shade of scarlet.

A brief cold stare and I am a sinking ship,

Why do you cause me this pain?

Ignorant of warnings, I continue to love.

Slowly, the ice melted, and spring sprung up.

An endless summer followed, your lips glued to mine

But deep down, this surprise was predicable