To Love, Hate, You, and Me
Dear Love, Hate, Me, and You.
I Hate the way you’re always right.
And I hate the way you look at me.
I hate the way you pick a fight
I hate your perfect body.
I hate it when you lie.
But even more when you read my mind.
I hate the way you make me cry.
I hate that you make love so blind.
I hate how you don’t care.
I hate that stupid grin.
And even worse, I hate your hair.
I even hate your skin.
But what I hate the most,
is how I don’t hate you at all.
Sincerly,
Your Insignificant Other
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