Ever feel this way about someone you like?
I love the way you love me.
I like the way you pretend not to notice me.
I like the way you avoid me like a flame.
I like the way you walk, not cocky, not shy.
I like the way that you wear shorts even when it's below freezing outside.
I like the way you dyed that blond streak in your hair back to black.
I like the way the hair on the back of your neck is longer than the rest.
I like the way you don't say a word in class, even if you are called on.
I hate that you only talk to those three girls that surround your desk.
I hate the way that you say words that are meant only for them.
I hate the way that they are the ones that get to hear your sweet voice.
I hate that you might think I have a crush.
I hate that you never have once acknowledged me since we were forced to be partners in freshmen English.
I hate the image you probably have of me.
I hate the way I try to look away as you walk in front of me.
I hate the way I hope and pray at night that you don't have a girlfriend.
I hate the way I have daydreams about you.
I hate that I think of you.
I hate the way that the words I am tying right now are about you.
I hate the way I love you.