I hate...

I hate the way you never ask,
and the way you shield my eyes.
I hate how you never listen to my plan,
I hate when you pass me by.
I hate your random nothingness
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 I can't make sense,
and the fact you made me fall.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.