Listen.

“

Forget it. Forget I even said a word.

 

You know what I hate about you? Of

Course not, because you haven’t listened

To this same exact speech each and every

Time I’ve said it for the past four years.

 

I hate everything about you. I hate how

you talk, when you lisp slightly when you sing,

I hate everything that comes out of your lips.

I hate those too. I hate your hair, but I guess

You’ve always known that.

 

I hate how you look at me like you’re in

On some secret I don’t know about yet.

I hate how your pants drag on the floor and

How your shoes are never clean, even when

They’re new. I hate you, more than most things.

 

I hate how you try to make me happy and

I hate it more when you don’t notice that I’m sad.

 

I hate that.

 

I hate how only the fingers on your left

Hand are rough and how you can’t write a

Song about me if your life and mine both

Depended on it.

 

I hate your friends and how you have a billion

Girls in your life. They’re all pretty.

 

I hate that.

 

I hate when you drink beer and when you

Kiss the phone when you’re drunk.

 

I hate when you tell me to go to bed.

 

Like I said, I hate everything about you.

I hate how you don’t listen and how

You’re not listening, even now.

 

But even though I hate all these things,

And don’t think I’m exaggerating,

Because we both know I’m not,

I still love you.

 

Everything I hate turns into this

Weird sort of perverted love

That doesn’t make any sense.

 

I guess that’s what love is.

It’s hating some things so much,

But they don’t change the way you love somebody.

That means I love you more than everything.

 

I bet you hate things about me too.

Like how I rambled on and you haven’t listened once.

That means you love me.

That means you love me more than anything.

”