20 Things I Hate About You Poem by sagnik.ganguly ganguly

20 Things I Hate About You



I hate it when you wound my heart like a piercing dart
I hate it even more when you tear me apart

I hate it when you don’t speak a word
It cuts me like a knife or may be like a sword

I hate you because you are so difficult to find
I hate you even more as you are so difficult to bind

I hate the fact that you always keep me captive in chains
I hate it even more when you don’t allow me to visit your inner lanes and by lanes

I hate it when you are angry
I hate you even more as you do not put me out of misery

I hate when you smirk
I hate when you try to keep me in the murk

I hate the fact that I have lost my way
Trying to find that same place where you lay

I hate it when you do not take my call
I hate it even more that despite all this I am ready to take the fall

I hate your tall stilettoes
I hate it even more that you cause me innumerable woes

I hate the way you read my mind
I hate it even more when you put me through the grind

I hate the fact that you rule my body, mind and soul
I hate it even more as you are the diamond and I am the coal

I hate your brazen arrogance
What I hate even more is your fragrance

I hate it when your thoughts and memories linger
I hate you for the fact that you have not loosened the teeter

I hate it that you are all around me… in the closet, in the wallet
I hate the fact that I am stuck to you like a horseshoe in the magnet

I hate it when you make me laugh
I hate you more when you make me cry and act tough

I hate the fact that you give me despair and then you give me hope
I hate it even more when I am left with nothing but to mope

I hate you, you make me reek, you make me weak
I hate it even more when I surrender to you like a meek

I hate the fact that you are always there in my dreams
I hate it even more when I try too hard to throw you off my mind
But that will never happen it seems

I hate you when you lie
I hate it even more when you say goodbye

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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