I Hate Myself

I hate myself.

I hate myself for seeing you that very first day.

I hate myself for getting stunned as our eyes met.

I hate myself for wanting to catch a glimpse of you every morning.

I hate myself for being out of breath when you glance my way.

I hate myself for moving on so slow.

I hate myself for wishing that somehow you’ll notice me like I do.

I hate myself for ending up hurt and broken because of you.