Para Ti

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 my 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.

Shakespeares Sonnet 141, 10 Things I hate about you