Hate It
I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you stare
I hate the way you tell me you love me
Even more when you say you care
I hate the way you hold my hand
I hate the smell of your sweater
I hate the way you hug me
And tell me things are going to get better
I hate the way you wear your hat
And the way you drive your car
I hate that I can’t see you
Why do you have to be so far?
I hate the way I can’t hate you
And I hate how I can’t give up
poem by Marjorie Pickering
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