Hate
I hate your nice-guy attitude,
You're too kind for your own good.
I hate how you try to make me laugh,
Like you really think I would.
I hate it that you're always there
But then sometimes you're not.
I hate how sometimes you're my friend,
Right after we've just fought.
I hate the way you make me feel,
It shouldn't be this way
I hate your looks, I hate your charm
how you take my breath away
I hate the way you look at me,
As you pass me in the hall.
But the thing about you I hate the most
Is that I don't hate you at all.
Didn't understand it? Try reading it for a second time. Then review, but go easy on my. It's my first poem. Oh, and just in case, here's my disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.