November 11, 2010

I love it when you poke
I hate it when you glare,
I love the way you run your fingers through my hair
but hate how everything’s a joke.

I love the way you speak
I hate the way you yell,
I love it when you pick me up just after I fell
I hate it when you call me meek.

I love how you just stare at me for no reason at all
I hate how I’m second to everything,
I love when were not fighting
but I hate how Xbox is more important than my call.

I love the way you sing
I hate when you don’t stick up for me,
I love you don’t you see?
I hate how you pick at every little thing.

I love it when you cry
Why do you push me and knock me down?
Why do you even stick around?
I hate the way you lie.

I love when it’s just us
I hate when you talk to her,
You love when my emotions stir
The truth is just a blur.

I love the way you are
I hate the way I am,
I can’t be perfect for you
Perfect I can’t pursue.
I love the way you walk away,
but hate it that you’ll never stay.