When I said you're
ugly,
I meant that I could look at you all day,
everyday.
When I said I hate you,
I meant that I love you more than most people in my
life.
When I rolled my eyes at you,
I was trying to cover up my idiotic omnipresent
grin.
When I asked why you're so annoying,
I meant to ask whether you feel it too.
And when I told you to
flirt with another girl,
what I meant was that there was already a girl who loved you,
staring right at you, but she was too afraid to admit
it.