poem for the ending of 2015

poem 10

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

It makes me rhyme, I hate it

I hate the way you're always right

I hate when you lie

I hate when you make me cry

Even worse when you make me laugh

I hate the fact your not around

And that you didn't call

But mostly I hate the way

I don't hate you

Not even close

Not a little

Not at all

I love you