Ten things I hate about you

(slightly modified)

I hate the way you move away

and tell me not to stare.

I hate the fact I miss you;

I hate that seeing you is rare

I hate the fact you fly so much

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick.

It even makes me rhyme.

I hate it -- I hate the way you're always right;

I hate it when you say bye.

I hate it when you make me laugh;

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're not around

and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you --

not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.