i hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair.
i hate the way you drive your 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,