If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works. -John Dos Passos

Monday, March 12

I Hate You

I love the way you drink your coffee
I love the way you tie your shoes
I love the way you still ignore me
When I’m trying to kiss you.

I love the way that you laugh at me
I love the way you don’t deny
I love the way that you say “Trust me”
I even love the way you lie.

I love the way you trash my things
I love the way that you say “Just friends”
I love the way you hate it when I sing
I love your face when you see him.

I love the way you make excuses
I love every pen tattoo
I love all of your abuses
I love the way that I can’t hate you,
No matter how I try.

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