Someday, I'm gonna tell him just how much I hate him.
Someday, I'm gonna tell him just how much I hate his face. With his cold grey eyes that spark with barely controlled anger whenever you insult him. With his angular nose that sticks out pointedly from his face and makes him look like a strange, pale bird. With his blonde eyebrows pulling up conceitedly from above his eyes and into his hairline whenever he's about to insult me. With his pale lips that pull up into that stupid smirk every time he sees me. With his prominent cheekbones, hollow cheeks, and sharp jaw that make him look underfed.
Someday, I'm gonna tell him just how much I hate his voice. With his conceited laugh whenever he trips me in the hallway. With the condescending tone that I know means that I'm going to lose my temper soon, and that it's just what he wants. With that slimy whisper that I know he meant for me to hear, but still upsets me anyway.
Someday, I'm gonna tell him just how much I hate his hair. With his oil slicked back look that proves that he spends hours on it. With the way that that one time that he had tripped me and I had fallen on top of him on accident, the only thing that I could think about for a few moments was how all that I could smell was peppermint, and the fact that I couldn't stop sneezing for almost three hours, and didn't get the smell off of my face for a week didn't help much.
Someday, I'm gonna tell him just how much I hate his body. With his surprising muscles that he looks way too thin to have. With his knobby knees that hurt like hell when he shoves them into my gut. With his pointy elbows that he used to jut into my ribcage when we worked on a potion together for class. With his surprisingly long legs that let him run even faster than me, just so that he can taunt me as I run away.
Someday, I'm gonna tell him just how much I hate his personality. With his spoiled rich kid act that he shoves into my face every chance he gets. With his annoying knack for getting under my skin at just the wrong moment. With his stupid enjoyment from seeing me flush red with anger whenever he makes a comment about my family or friends.
Someday, I'm gonna tell him just how much I hate him. Because even though everything here is true, I still can't get the bloody prat out of my head. And someday, I'm gonna tell him that the main reason that I hate him, is because he doesn't love me back.
Someday…
but not today.