I wish I never had to see your green eyes again,

or hear that melodic laugh.

I hate your soft skin, your tender touch;

The way you don't hate me back.

I hate how you cup my face

And silence me with a look.

I hate how you know my favorite songs

and my favorite book.

When you come so close to me,

I can't help but wonder,

Maybe I don't hate you as much as I thought.

After all, green is my favorite color.