Hate that Love You

I hate it when you hug me,
when you touch me,
smile and bug me.

I hate the way you kissed me,
and how you touched me so softly.

I hate how you know when somethings wrong,
and you try to make it better.

I hate the way you look at me,
the way you hold me,
and always joke with me.

I hate theway you dress,
and the necklaces you wear.

I hate that after we kissed,
I didn't want to leave you,
because I knew I would miss you.

I hate that evertime I see you,
I wish I was the one with you,
the girl you love so much,
and would never leave.

I hate how I don't hate any of these things,
not alot,
not a little bit,
not even at all...