I hate the way you talk to me,
and how you're always there.
I hate it when you compel me
and when you give me that Vampire stare.
I hate how you love to pull a trick.
And when it comes to me, I hate how much you care.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you act around me
and how you rub it when you're right, every single time.
I hate that you never cease to amaze me
and when you seriously make me cry.
I hate you because it because all this is true,
and the fact that I do want to try you and I.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.