i hate that 

we know each other. i 
hate that
in ways that i can’t speak,
you are my tongue. i 
hate that you saw me and that
i saw you and i hate that you hate
that we never had a chance. i
hate
that we have only been alone
and i 
hate that you were the first to
break that fate. i 
hate that you knew
me. i 
hate that you were my tongue.
i 
hate that we saw each other. i 
hate
that i didn’t give you a chance.
i hate that i was alone.
i hate that i cannot say

i love you.