I hate
the way
you talk
to
me,
and the way you play with hair.
I
hate the
way you
drive me
crazy,
I hate it
when you stare.
I
hate your
big dumb orange shoes
and the
way you read my mind.
I
hate you
so much
it makes me
mad,
it even makes
me rhyme.
I
hate the way
you’re always smiling;
I hate it when you lie.
I
hate it when
you make
me laugh,
even worse when you make me
cry.
I
hate it when
you’re notaround,
and the fact that you didn’t call.
But
mostly I hate
the way
Idon’t
hate you,
not even
close
not even a little bit
not even at all.
my version of the 10 things i hate about you poem
mandyxoxo13 · 1 decade ago
this is amazingg.
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