Not Even A Little Bit

broken20heart1Everyday at work I see you. We hang out in the same crowd on weekends. “Best friends” you often say we are, but for me it’s so much more. What am I supposed to do with all this love in my heart? Am I destined to carry it forever and you never know it’s there? C.A.


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.
“10 Things I Hate About You”
By Katarina “Kat” Stratford

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