Monday 16 November 2009

love//hate

" 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 so 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 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. "

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