Boy.

Believe it or not, but

I love the way you smile, and the rarity that it is.
I love your sense of humour, and your quiet eyes.
I love your concentration
and determination.
I love the hours spent saying nothing
just knowing that you're there.
I love that I love you
but I really hate it, too.

Your jokes are sometimes cruel
and respect for you is lost.
Your rants are lacking control and
I've got no care for that.

I love you, I hate you, I'm really in-between.
I miss you, don't talk to me, emotions making me want to scream.
The one and only, lost and lonely, average teenage crisis.