i hate it.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate it when you stare, and the way you read my mind. 
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. 
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 you didnt call, 
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you. 
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.