Hate/Love

Just a 'lil poem based off a failed friendship.

Does he like me,

Does he hate me?

Do I like him,

Do I hate him?

 

Those are the questions I ask myself when I see him,

only to never get an answer.

 

Does he adore me,

or loathe me?

Do I adore him,

or loathe him?

 

I ask these questions when I doubt something,

but I still never get an answer.

 

Am I his friend,

or enemy?

Is he my friend,

or my enemy?

 

I ask myself this quite a lot,

but it's never clear to me.

 

Finally,when I've had enough,I ask him,

 

Do you like me,

or hate me?

 

and sometimes he says hate,sometimes just as a friend,

but I never get a clear answer,

and never will,

since it's a

love/hate

relationship.

Author's Note

I just decided to put this into a poem so I could think more clearly,reviews are appreciated!

Reviews

[Sarah>_>]

Oh trust me darlin'.....
He hates you :D
Sorry, not meaning to make fun of you after that happened, but I just felt the urge to say that..