I hate those dozen roses,

I hate the lilies too,

I hate the chocolates you always bring,

I hate everything that's made me love you,

I hate the way you make me feel,

I hate the way you've made me weak,

I hate the way I can't forget,

What you look like when you're asleep,

I hate the poetry you write,

And those stupid songs you sing,

I hate that you were on bended knee,

When you gave me this engagement ring,

I hate your mother's wedding dress,

I hate the church you picked,

I hate the bridesmaids, all of them,

And the best man is a prick,

I hate dancing in high heels,

Wedding reception be damned,

I hate the cake your father baked,

And the limo driver should be canned,

I hate the honeymoon spot you chose,

I hate the ivory silken sheets,

I hate the champange cork on principle,

And how I hate the beach!

I hate how much you say

It's me that you adore,

But most of all I hate the holes

You've punched in my armor