i hate that i need you,

to live, to breathe, to eat,

i hate that i have to beg to get you,

to touch you,

only for you to flit past my grasp into somebody else’s

i hate that whatever i do,

i can’t do anything without you.

you are my crutch, my ever present hang up,

it’s hopeless to think i can live without you

or forget about you,

and i hate you for that

i really really do.