If the more you hate
Means the more you love
Then I can conclude
I hate every inch of you.
I hate how you flash your dimples
In the simplest way.
I hate how you chuckle
When I tell sloppy dad jokes
I got from the internet.
I hate how you appreciate
All my poetry in a form
Of letters and postcards.
I hate how you know
All my artwork's subject.
And most of all,
I hate how you make me
Feel I belong to this society.
