Bitter-Sweet

I love the way he acts

I love the way he walks

I love the way he looks

I love the way he talks

He hates the way I act

He hates the way I walk

He hates the way I look

He hates the way I talk

I love the way he sits in class,

The way he does his hair

I love the way he moves his hands,

As if he doesn’t care

He hates the way I talk in class,

The way I do my hair

He hates the way I move my hands,

I know he doesn’t care

I love the way he hates me,

The way I look at him

I wish he could just like me,

But the prospects do look grim

He hates the way I love him,

The way I look at him

He wishes I would leave him be,

But his prospects do look grim

I love the way I can’t think

Whenever he’s around,

I love the way my heart beats to him,

As if our souls were bound

He hates the things I always say,

Whenever he’s around

He hates the way I follow him,

And abhors the way I sound

I might rip out my heart for him,

Though I’m not sure if I could

I don’t know if I can change for him,

Or even if I would

He might rip out my heart for him,

Though I’m not sure if he would

He doesn’t know I’d change for him,

If I even could

I wish he wouldn’t hate me,

Because I can’t block what I feel

My heart just won’t let go of him,

Though I do wish it could steal

He wishes I didn’t love him,

Because he can’t stop what he feels

His hate just won’t let go of me,

It just turns as a wheel

I wrote this about a guy I used to like (well, I still liked him when I wrote it...). He really did hate me, but he didn't believe in hitting girls. I got him really close to hitting me a couple times...