Things I Hate

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just like to write about them.

 

I hate the way we always fight.

I hate the way you’re always right.

When everything’s been said and done.

I hate that you’re the only one

That’s ever tried to figure me out

I hate the way you make me shout

When I’m supposed to be above it

I hate the way you always sit,

Perched up in some tree.

I hate that when you comfort me,

I only feel worse for the wear.

I hate the way you seem to care,

I hate that you know me better than I do.

I hate that my hatred for you never grew.

I hate the fact that I could never strike a blow,

That my reflexes always seemed too slow.

I hate that every time I wielded my mace,

You always put on that idiotic face.

I hate the way you smile at me,

Eyes closed and visage carefree.

I hate that you know exactly what buttons to press,

Forcing my tail to pop out from under my dress.

I hate the way you winked one eye,

And how I can never catch you in a lie.

I hate that you always look past

Every barrier I slammed up so fast.

But of all the things you do that I despise,

Of all the looks and all the lies,

Of every glare,

That we share,

And every jibe you say—

I hate the most the way you make me feel

How every touch seems more real.

How all I want to do is flee…

I hate that I like what you do to me.

 

By Filia Umbrae