fine, i admit it.

I admit that I miss you. 

I admit that I like you. 

I admit that I want you. 

I admit that I'm afraid of losing you. 

But here's the thing, you hate me as Voldemort hates Harry Potter as girls hate bugs. 

But the more I think I hate you the more I fall in love with you. 

Is it wrong? 

Should I stop? 

But, how? 

Tell me. 

I hate you. 

Please make me hate you as you hate me. 

Or can you just simply tell me what have I done that bother all of you? 

At the end I just can admit that actually I've fallen for you since a long time ago. 

Poetry by dreamer