Hate

I hate your nice-guy attitude,

You're too kind for your own good.

I hate how you try to make me laugh,

Like you really think I would.

I hate it that you're always there

But then sometimes you're not.

I hate how sometimes you're my friend,

Right after we've just fought.

I hate the way you make me feel,

It shouldn't be this way

I hate your looks, I hate your charm

how you take my breath away

I hate the way you look at me,

As you pass me in the hall.

But the thing about you I hate the most

Is that I don't hate you at all.

Didn't understand it? Try reading it for a second time. Then review, but go easy on my. It's my first poem. Oh, and just in case, here's my disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.