I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive your car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me ryhme. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie, I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate that you're not around, and the fact you didn't call. But mostly I hate it that I can't hate you
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all. ♥