To the Person I Really Like

Yes, I do not like you.
I don't like you like I don't like 4% battery on my phone.
I don't like you like I don't like bumpy road.
I don't like you like I don't like getting burnt under the sun.



In fact, I hate you.
I hate you so much.
I hate you like I hate getting dirt on my new pair of shoes.
I hate you like I hate drinking tomato juice.
I hate you like I hate accidentally smelling the smell of milk, let alone drinking it.
And to this point, that means I extremely hate you.

But, there's only one thing that I hate the most.

I hate myself.


I hate myself for telling all the lies above. Yes, I hate it.
I hate to admit that I truthfully am, falling for you.



(P.s
this is my first english poem, I guess, eh? Inspired by a glass of tomato juice my mom made for me but instead of drinking it, I left it in the refrigerator and someone else drank it lol)