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 yous stare.
i hate your big dumb boots
and the way you read my mind.
i hate you so much it makes me sick;
it even makes me ryhme.
i hate it, i hate the way you’re always right.
i hate it when you lie.
i hate it 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.
i really love this poem. i watched this movie yesterday and the ways Patrick and Cameron did really struck me! hope i’ll have a boyfriend like that… well im positive i’ll have my time…..