I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
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 not around,
And the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.
I am honoured you’ve chosen to follow my blog. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I liked this poem, it made me. Shall look in on what you’re doing too. Cheers, Muriel
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I really appreciate it, I enjoyed reading your writing. Keep on inspiring others, stay healthy Muriel!
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