A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
written for the prompt to write a poem similar to the one in 10 Things I Hate About You
Word count: 300
I hate you,
let me start by saying that.
I hate how you smile,
how that smile lights up the room,
making everything seem lighter, more brilliant.
You bring the sun through on even the rainiest day.
I hate your brilliance, your intelligence
how you know all the answers,
how you've memorized passages from your,
and secretly my, favorite books.
I hate how you can read anywhere,
nose buried in a book,
ignoring the world around you.
I hate how you write your letters.
I hate the graceful swoop of the H at the start of your name.
I hate how neat and tidy your writing is,
how easy it is to read.
I hate how you look at me,
how you refuse to see the damaged man I am,
how you seem to see a part of me that died a long time ago.
I hate the fact you challenge me, asking me questions no one else would.
You seem to see things in a different light,
one I never would have thought about,
one that only seems to work with the two of us.
I hate how evenly matched we are,
how compatible we are together,
how easy it is to verbally spar with you,
and then laugh about the insults we've managed to sling back and forth.
I hate how soft your skin is when you touch my hand,
how you promise me it's going to be alright,
your voice like the melody of a lullaby I have long forgotten.
I hate how the world thinks we belong together,
that we'd be the perfect couple,
that we're two sides of the same coppery coin,
that we're soulmates,
because the thing I hate the most,
the very most,
is I'm starting to think they're absolutely,
completely,
undeniably right.