Ódio

I hate the way you talk to me and the way you smile to me.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your shirts and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me almost burst.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate your stupid friends.

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 I dream with you all night long.

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