20 April 2012

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 combat boots and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that 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.

ReineOpuss № I