I hate the way you look at me
And the way you won't let me be
I hate the way you love me
And the way I crave your touch
I hate it when you don't call
The way I sit by the phone
The way you walk by me
I hate that I look for ward to it
The worst thing is hate
I must hate you
In order to love you
I hate the things you do
And the things you don't do
I hate you most of all
But I love you more
So even when I say the words
I hate you
I'll scream I love you
From the mountain tops
So in your dreams
When you fall deeply asleep
You'll hear the words
In the corner of your mind
I hate you...
Think of me
Because I love you more
I hate this poem
Though most of all
I hate you
Less then
I love you
Though it's your decision
In the end
Hate this is it
