When you don't

I don't like when you look at me, but I don't want you looking at anyone else. I don't like when you text me, but I hate when you don't. I don't like when you talk to me, but I hate when you don't. It's annoying to see you every day, but if you're not here, nothing feels right. I hate you for being so gorgeous and for making me feel like I'm nothing. I hate that my clothes stink of you and remind me of you, like everything else does. And I hate when the scent fades. I hate the way you make me feel. I hate catching myself thinking about you. I hate when you touch me— and how it drives me crazy every time. And I hate when I miss you.