all these things i hate (revolve around me)

I hate the way you stress the t's in "I hate that,"

which you say eight hundred times a day;

I hate the way when you look at me without the glasses,

I feel like you can see right through me;

I hate the way you're not fazed by kitshcy schmalzy stuff,

and how you're always right;

I hate the way you can dance and I can't,

and that you have all these plans that I don't;

I hate all those awesome moments that pass,

and you're not around to share them with me;

I hate how you're so good at being me,

you make me wanna be you;

I hate it that you almost never need anything,

and that you don't change your mind. Ever!

I hate that I can't stop thinking about your voice,

or how you make me sit and stare at the phone,

like I can somehow will it to ring;

I hate the way you like the songs I do,

and so they remind me of you;

I hate it when you don't call or text,

or when I do and don't know what to say;

That's the other thing:

I hate the way I gag around you.

I hate the way I never see you,

and how there's nothing I can do to change that;

I hate the way I can no longer sleep,

how instead I stay up all night - wishing... hoping...;

I hate that I wanna tell you all these things, but can't;

But the thing I mostly hate

is how you make me fall for you,

without even trying,

without even noticing,

without ever relenting.

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