26/01- z

I hate the way you're nice to me,
And the way that you are fair;
I hate the way you talk to me
I hate it when you care.

I hate you're stupid letters
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much, My eyes run dry,
Am I completely Blind?

I hate the way you're never wrong,
The way you read between the lines;
I hate it when you make me smile,
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate the way you're not around
And the fact you'll never be,
But most of all, I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

                               ♥.