I hate the way

I hate the way we always end with a fight,
and the way that you lie.

I hate the way you always leave without
telling me goodbye.

I hate how every time you come around
I have to watch everything I say.

I hate how I have a yearning to talk with you
every single day.

I hate how you always know what to say to make
me glad.

I can’t help but hate how more mature you are than me.

Please don’t take me wrong when I tell you all the things I hate.

Because there are to many more things that I haven’t named that make you so entirely great.