Now that we’ve met – I can’t wait to hate you, to wish you had never been born, to want to hurt you but not really,
to hang up the phone on you, and cry whenever I hear your name,
to hate this song that’s playing right now at this very moment
we’re looking across the room deep into each others' eyes for the first time, and I can’t wait to get over you.
It will mean you have loved me until the love was done.
I want it anyway.
