I hate you from a distance although I really don’t know why.

I hate you from a distance because of the new things you make me want to try.

I hate you from a distance because your lips now seem so small.

And because when I’m standing with you, in my arms, I feel more than ten feet tall.

But still I hate you, from a distance, because I’ve known you for not too long and already you can give me an answer as to what is right and what is wrong.

So why do I hate you from a distance?

Is it because we always get caught in a stare?

Or does it have to do with my persistance because for you I actually care?