Oh, How Much I Love You.
oh how much i love you
it feels like a curse
every time i say it
it echoes back like a rehearsed verse
i say fuck it, “for the plot,”
but i’m still on the floor
picking petals off a dead rose
keeping score
“he loves me, he loves me not”
and maybe i’m not scared of love
maybe i’m scared it’s one sided
scared i’ll look foolish
open, exposed, blindsided
i hate you so much
but i love being near you
i hate how every word
i say about you is true
i picture a future i swear i don’t need
kids, growing old,
your kiss on my head
your hand where my doubts used to bleed
and maybe it’s not you that i hate
maybe it’s the way i fall
how i love like it’s fate
even when there’s nothing there at all
so maybe it isn’t you
maybe it’s what loving you makes me do
i don’t hate you
i hate that i love you
Posted Apr 6, 2026, 4:44 PM UTC