I Hate You

I hate the words “take care”

I hate it when you make it sound so simple and blatant when it’s not

I mean how do you look cute, at times sober and still so hot?

I hate pineapples, I hate them even when my dad begs

And I hate the way they smell, somehow worse than even crude eggs

But I love the way you smile, a little cat in the winter weather

Making the ambiance warmer and somehow, a lot better

I hate being alone, and how loneliness feels

I wonder if that’s something sometimes even someone like you feels

And I hate the lightening nights when the thunder lurks in

Calling forth the darkness I’m supposed to seep in

But I love the way you hold me in your smiles

Over silly phone calls, I claim to be afraid and you use your charming wiles

I also at times hate the rain, it makes all things soggy and wet

I don’t understand when people claim it to be romantically set

For a couple to kiss under the rain, I mean of course that’s my dream too

How can you claim I would hate a gesture just because I hate the rain when it’s due

All this hatred but the one thing I hate most is You

Your perfect little smiles and eyes are pretty, green and blue

I hate the fact that you’re innocent and sweet

Chivalry to the point and humour, a little discreet

I hate that you’re the most You, a perfect combination of bore and blue

So luscious and I still can’t have you.