I detest the way you converse with me,
And your hair, cut with careless glee,
I loathe the way you take the wheel,
And when you stare, it makes me feel,
A hatred for that chunky sweater you wear,
And how you seem to know my thoughts with care.
My abhorrence for you makes me ill,
It drives me to write this bitter spill,
I despise that you're always in the right,
And when you lie, it's an awful sight.
It's unbearable when you make me laugh,
And worse when you bring me down to half,
I resent when you're not here to be found,
And didn't call, which left me with a frown.
But what I hate most is the way,
I don't hate you, not even in the slightest way,
Not even a bit, not even a little at all,
In fact, I think I might love you after all..
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Poems at 3 am
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