A poem

by me.

i hate how you smile, when your in pain

and that i often think about you when it rains. 

i hate how you love to start up a good fight,

which resulted in me staying up on the phone

with you all night.

i hate how you were always finished eating first,

and when you'd hold me, i'd get hot and die of thirst. 

i hate how you knew just where to tickle me,

and that your damn hair always blocked the tv.
i hate how you couldn't just tell me how you felt,
instead there were songs with which your emotions were dealt.

i hate how your life became my well-being,

doesn't take much thought, just a little believing. 

but most of all, i hate that none of this is actually true,

and that i really did enjoy these things about you. 

- probably a bit corny. idontcare.