I hate that blue shirt you use. Buttons down and your new black jeans.
I hate that crooked smile you have. Crooked teeth and lighting up the place.
I hate the way you drive your car down the boulevard. While I sing to you.
I hate the way you write. Sometimes you take too long and sometimes you don't.
I hate the way you are in my thoughts. And how I never stopped thinking of you.
I hate how you appear in my dreams. We meet in long conversations about us.
I hate how much I love you and how you are the only one I truly care about.
I hate how I don't hate these things, even though I love that I don't hate them.