A Love Letter.

I hate you.
I hate the way you talk.
and your cute little walk.
Hate the way you dress.
I hate your big blue eyes
and your messed up hairdo.
I hate the way you pout at me.
And the way you want me to want you,
but don’t want me.
I hate the way you look so Free.
I hate your grasping greed.
But most of all, I have the way I love you,
and hate the way I need.

By, Jackie Wheeler
~copywrite 2000