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By sarah Submitted by sarahsehee Date: 2002 Feb 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.03.20.58.28584]] |
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I hate the way you won't let me watch you brush your teeth. What's the big deal anyway? Not that I have any fetish to watch people brush their teeth, but ya know. And I hate the way you always turn what I say around, and say, "yeah, what is the big deal anyway?" and not let me watch. I hate how the clothes you wear have that "fresh off the floor of your room" look, but for some odd reason, I also love that. Don't ask me why. I hate that you always think I'm so cute. I thought I was past the whole cute stage. I thought I was 19 years old, older than you in fact, by 134 days, and possibly some hours in-between. (Sigh) I hate that you hate it when I hate something about myself. I have a right to hate something about myself. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word. Dislike. I hate the fact that all the writing I've done since I met you, is about you. I was rather annoyed by this fact some months ago when I realized this, And now, I've just accepted it, or tried to, and I'm getting on with my life. Or trying to. I hate it when I'm studying, and my mind wanders off. It always finds its way to you. And I have to stop what I'm doing entirely, just so that I can think about you for a minute, and then move on. I hate how I make myself laugh at the crazy scenarios I conjure about you and me. teehee. You'll never know... I hate that by writing this entire poem, I have confirmed the fourth hate on this list, Which I must confess, this poem is beginning, or ending shall I say, to be cute, and by association, that makes me...(agitated sigh) And it's so odd, isn't it? That all these things I thought I hated so much are the reasons why I love you so much. And I get all teary-eyed, and I begin to miss you again. And I hate that too. |