I hate you for the time that has passed.

I hate you every time I see the moon.

I hate you when it snows.

I hate you when I hear live music, did you ever make it to your second show?

I hate that the smallest amount of devotion you ever gave me left me feeling weightless.

I hate you because sunflowers are ruined for me, but I can’t refuse to take their picture.

I hate you because you’ve ruined my poetry.

I hate you because I had to give all of your pictures back.

I hate you because I’ll never know how not to love you.