I Hate You

Yeah, I know this has been done a million times before, but I thought I'd do it anyway. So here we go.

I hate your stupid music,
and the way you long for a better world.
I hate the way you want to fix things,
even though they don't concern you at all.
I hate the way you dress,
and the way you make my world a mess.
I hate that we love the same books,
and I hate the way you've got me hooked.
I hate the way you make me laugh,
and I hate it even more when you make me cry.
I hate the way you say I haven't changed,
even after all this time has gone by.
I hate that you left me behind,
and that I'm never on your mind any more.
I hate the way you see right through me,
even though you're no where near.
I hate that you inspired this pointless poem,
that's been done so many times before.
I hate that you think we are friends,
even though you've never been there.
I hate the way you never smile,
and that the endless miles keep us apart.
I hate the way you wear your hat,
and the way your hair sticks up.
I hate all your stupid girlfriends,
even though it's all your fault.
I hate the way you're sucking the good out of my life,
and replacing it with mounds of strife.
I hate that you've made me so bitter,
when I've barely even lived.
I hate the way I don't know you,
and probably never will.
I hate that you're okay with that,
even though I still care.
I hate that I dream of kissing you,
and how I miss the past.
I hate that I can't talk to you,
and I hate that I don't know what to say.
I hate that I can't look at you,
without wanting to turn away.
I hate that you know me,
and I hate it when you joke around.
Don't you know that this is serious,
when our hearts are involved?
But most of all I hate,
how you've forgotten how to care.