I hate it when you set my alarm off
I hate it when you make me sip water without eating any food
I hate the taste of dates that you make me eat on an empty stomach
I hate the time you demand from me
I hate the space you take in my brain
I hate the guilt when I sip beer
And the early nights that you make me do
I hate your skimpy shorts that I have to wear
And I hate the way you make me sweat
I hate it when you make me laugh
And I hate it even more when you make me cry
I hate it when I don’t do you
I hate it so much that it makes me sick
But Mostly I hate the fact that I can’t hate you
Not even close…
Not even a little bit…
Not even at all…
Monday, March 17, 2008
Can't Love You, Can't Hate You
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I love this poem ....I know the feeling...the early nights..the pain that only drives you to do more...because of the exhilaration and the addiction....Hugs
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