You

I like the dis-belief and the stares I get from you.

I like the way you use my name and how you say Im sane.

I like the eyes you give me at times, and their colour of sour limes.

I like your smile and your taste of heart, and that you can sometimes fall apart.

And I hate the way you never say, and I hate it that youre right.

And I hate the way you never stay, and I hate you most at night.

And I hate it that your never dance, and I hate it that youre light.

And I hate it when we hug at night and I hate it that your never in sight.

But I hate you most when you lie awake and pray that Ill come by, and that you never seem to say goodbye,

you never even try.