M.E.Ramey's Book Of Poems

Poem 8 (inspired by the 10 things I hate about you poem)

I hate the way you love me, and the way you glance at me.
I hate the way you look, and the way your hair blows in the wind.
I hate the way you held my hand, and the way you and I both want a relationship with each other.
I hate the way you care (even though you act like you don't rn), and the way I get lost in those blue eyes of yours.
I hate the way you held me in your arms, and the way I got attached to you,
but most of all, I don't hate these things not even a little bit,
not even at all.