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By J. Knipp Submitted by J. Knipp Date: 2002 Oct 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.08.23.43.31822]] |
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I hate the way you gnaw your nails and then say, 'No Im not.' But to see the injured look on your face when I brush the offending hand aside is worth it I hate the way you nag me like a self appointed mother. Yet I cannot but help love your tenderness and 'mother of the world' personality. I hate the way you shy away from any compliment. And I hate the fact that it tempts me to shower you with even more. !I! hate when I am trying to study or do anything mental you always find a way to slip in, the same way water gets into anything. !I! hate that all I seem to write about anymore is you. You are hurting my nonexistent career dontcha know? I hate how you are a better writer, singer, dancer, musician, editor, student, cook, and artist than I and most other people. I hate more that you refuse to listen when I point these talents out. I hate that if your sad or down I can by no means be anything else. Yet I love the way you can lift me despite all gravities, simply with a laugh, smile, or gentle word. It is in all those small hates we find our most endearing traits amongst each other. In those small hates lie our big loves. |