I hate the way you look at me,
Even though I yearn it.
I yearn your eyes piercing into my soul.
Just to know you're paying attention.
I hate the way you smile,
Only because it tortures me.
I hate the way you laugh,
Only because it's the only thing that makes me happy.
I hate the way you talk,
Just because I want to hear your words.
I hate the way you walk,
Because it's your own personal swagger.
I hate the way you dress,
Because I appreciate your style.
I hate your scent,
Because I smell you on my clothes.
I hate your bad habits,
Because they make you who you are.
I hate the way you sing,
Because it's the only thing I want to listen to.
But most of all,
I HATE the fact you're dating her,
and not me.
Let's face it,
I love you.
Everything about you.
But the fact I can't have you rips through me.