I hate the
way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb boots,
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
it even makes me rhyme. I hate it,
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate the way you lie.
I hate it when you makes me laugh,
even worse you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact you didn't call.
But mostly, I hate the way
I don't hate you.
Not even close,
not even a little
bit, not even
at all.
♥