I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you 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 when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that 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.
2 comentários:
Odiar, e não odiar ao mesmo tempo. É um sentimento agridoce horrível e saboroso. É o que nos faz acreditar todos os dias que estamos vivos.
adoro este poema! faz me chorar sempre que o leio.
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