I hate the way you tickle me with your kisses,
and the way you keep your hair.
I hate the way you provoke my thoughts,
I hate it when you refuse to be fair.
I hate the way you make me tick
and the way you always read my mind.
I hate you so much, it makes me sick,
hell, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
And I hate it when you sigh.
I hate it when my stomach flutters,
and the countless times you get me high.
I hate it when you are not around
or when missing you drives me up the wall
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.