I hate the way you text me.
and the way you listen.
I hate the way you make a promise,
I hate it when you laugh.
I hate your big pink t-shirt
and the way you're always on my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you take my advice,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate the way you live so far,
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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