I hate the way you talk,
And how you flip your hair.
I hate the way you walk,
I even hate the way you care.
I hate the way you love,
And I’ll hate it ‘til the end of time.
I hate you so much,
Even when you’re kind.
I hate the way you tell the truth,
And I hate the way you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
And even more so when you make me cry.
I hate it when you look at me,
And I hate how you’re so tall.
But I mostly hate that I don’t hate you,
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
i love this poem.. hate is not a good thing.. ok.. love instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Tiffany. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks.