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 that 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 the way 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.
not mine