Three Words, Eight Letters

I hate you
and your loving gaze,
and your contagious smile,
which kept me smiling for days.
I hate how our story ends,
with you in the San Francisco bay,
and me still here thinking,
"You're not in my arms; you're too far away. . ."

I love you
and how you only had eyes for me.
There could be a million prettier girls around,
and yet I was the only one you'd see.
You kept me happy,
even when all you wanted to do was cry.
But I never let you shed a tear,
because if you ever did, I'd die.

I miss you
everything about you.
Your hugs, your kisses;
ever since you left,
my colorless went from dull gray
to miserable blue.
I love you,
I hate you,
I want you,
I need you,
and most of all,
I miss you. . .