To Love, Hate, You, and Me

Dear Love, Hate, Me, and You.

I Hate the way you’re always right.

And I hate the way you look at me.

I hate the way you pick a fight

I hate your perfect body.

I hate it when you lie.

But even more when you read my mind.

I hate the way you make me cry.

I hate that you make love so blind.

I hate how you don’t care.

I hate that stupid grin.

And even worse, I hate your hair.

I even hate your skin.

But what I hate the most,

is how I don’t hate you at all.

Sincerly,

Your Insignificant Other

This poem is about: 
Me

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