Poetry: Love, Loathe

I can picture
every move you make.
Stealing my breath
with every glance.
I love you
and I loathe you
for what you made of me.
When every line I write
is about you.

I wish I could stop,
but I know I never will.
Controlling me,
though you don't know.
I wish I could stop,
I loathe you,
I love you.
The lines have blurred.

Someday I'll learn,
but not today.
Today I love you,
and tomorrow we'll see.