Tuesday, May 15, 2007

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 the way youre 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 youre 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