nada personal

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive me mad.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even more than when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you don't give a damn.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit,
not even at all.