I hate him; I swear I do.

His sardonic tone never ceases.

And his humor is unbearably senseless.

And his face—oh his face.

How I hate that so much more.

Grinning like a mythical feline,

That smile is so deliberately maddening.

I hate him; I swear I do.

And I’ll never understand his erratic attitude.

He’s not just black and white;

He’s a rainbow of enigmas.

I hate him; I swear I do.

His eyes are like small oceans

Of openly, treacherous secrecies.

What goes on behind them?

I wish he would just tell me.

I hate him; I swear I do.

However, I must admit that I am curious.

I wonder why it had to be him.

Why must he make me feel this bizarre way?

And force my happiness to stay?

Only around him is my smile ever honest.

Only around him am I ever myself.

What a deceiver I am.

What a trickster he is too.

But I love him; I truly I do.