I hate him.
I hate how I can't stay mad at him
I hate how he doesn't notice my effort for himI hate how his eyes crinkle when he smiles
I hate that he has to be the one I likeI hate how he belts out lyrics of song in class
I hate how he doesn't have classI hate that he makes me feel this things
I hate that every time we touch, it stingsI hate how he doesn't do 'relationship'
I hate how he bites his lipI hate how he flirts with me
I hate how he insults meI hate his friends
I hate the fact that he's so denseI hate his stupid haircut that looks good on him
I hate how the fact that I can't say no to himI hate how his mood changes so frequently
I hate how he shows his feeling secretlyI hate him for being adorable
I hate the fact that he's terribleI hate how he's so insensitive
I hate how he's noncompetitiveI hate how he got me wrapped around his fingers
I hate the fact that he hates taking picturesAnd lastly,
I hate that all of these are the reasons that I like him.
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