What I Hate

I hate the way you talk to me.
I hate the way you drive your car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.
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 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.

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