Ten things I hate about you
I hate the way you talk to me.
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my 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 rhyme.
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 it that 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 any at all.
posted by Lena @ 7:04 p. m.
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