I hate staring

The anxiety of people stalking

Your every move, watching you

When I stare out into space, spacing out

I hate the moon

You never said I love you much

But with it, you once said,

"To the moon and back" 

You left

With me still attached

I hate shoes

They remind me of you

All the memories we had were fun

You were running through my mind, you talked about shoes

Until you broke my heart that night I didn't see

The morning I woke up without you

There was no brightness in the sun

I hate caring

I would type, talk, write

Endless words to describe you

Through the night, day

My feelings were roses,

I felt there were thorns

They could draw and cut out the heart

Once in my chest

Pure love would bleed out of my back

I knew those thorns could prick me

I think I did too much sharing

I hate feelings