BLAH

I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you stare so deeply into my eyes
I hate the way your smile grows as you get flirty
I hate it when you laugh with me
I hate your big baggy emprye pants 
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 your 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 your not around
and even more when you don't make a sound
but mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you
not even close, 
not even a little bit, 
not even at all.