pretty handsome

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

More than words


I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.

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 rhyme.

I hate it when you lie. 
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. 
I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. 

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, 
not even close…
not even a little bit… 
not even at all.