Hate

I just re-watched the movie 10 Things I Hate About You. If you haven't seen the movie, you should, it is really good. It is based off of Taming of the Shrew (Shakespeare). At the end of the movie, Kat reads her poem. It goes like this:
"I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots.
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh;
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call,
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
Not even close;
Not even a little bit;
Not even at all."

I wrote a poem like this for my friend. It is a bit more repetitive and it doesn't really rhyme. I'm not trying to say that if you hate someone a lot, you actually like them, it just sometimes happens. So here is Hate:

Hate
I hate the way you smirk at me
when you know you messed it up.
I hate the way you think you're funny,
when you know you're really not.
I hate the way you think you're cool,
when all you are is crude.

I hate the way you laugh at jokes,

when they are only rude.

I hate the way you act so high
when you know you'll get your way.
I hate the way you flick your head,
when hair is in your face.

I hate the way you think you're good,

when in truth you really are.

I hate the way you chew your gum,

even from afar.

I hate the way you act so bad,

when I know you could be nice.

I hate the way you never listen,

when people give you advice.

I hate the way you don't hate me

the way that I hate you.

'Cause in my hatred there might be

a little love too.