La Nota De Un Estúpido

It is true that I hate you,

But I love you more.

I often try to ignore you,

But I miss you more.

In lone nights and days hard,

I try not to think of you 

But you sneak in like a thief;

Into my head, I hate you!                                        

I wish I could forget your number

I deleted it from the diary

But everyone betrayed me 

Even my poor memory! 

The translator is of no use to me

Nor dictionaries any more

I have a whole book called Life

For some notions to explore.