“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 much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that 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”
It just a poem I accidentally read …. There are also a few things I hate about you, but I cannot write them in poetry
I hate the way you focus on girls and smile at them I hate the way you are gentle to others but not to me I hate the way other people care about me and you don’t I hate the way you are silent when I need you most I hate the way myself always spend time with you