Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I do not.

I dont like you.
I dont like your smell in the morning.
I dont like the mess you drag me into.
I dont like the way you move your hands while you talk.
I dont like it at all.

I dont like it when you touch me.
I dont like the way you kiss.
I dont like your hugs 
I dont like the way you think.
I dont like it at all.

I dont like the way you lie
I dont like it when you steal my clothes
and neither when you come late from school.
I dont like you at all, 
and yet
I love you so.

Taking part in Thursday Poets Rally


Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

Sounds like a real love/hate relationship!

Morning said...

valid words, you have made your message cross.

Dulce said...

My dear Lu- how nice to be back to this beautiful corner of yours...

YES-It's hard to deal with certain ages of our beloved ones- but they are our beloved ones... no matter what!

Lovely piece!

Dulce ♥

Roshanda "ShonEjai" Glenn said...

Ah! The push and pull of love!

Anonymous said...

Sisters? Very nice write. I enjoyed it!

Lu Ann said...


Anonymous said...

Your poem speaks to the complicated
and hilarious nature of human beings.

Jack Edwards Poetry said...

Great use of repetition and I like the twist at the end. Great read :)

Anonymous said...

This is great! It reminded me a little of the poem in 10 Things I Hate About You. Thanks for sharing! :)

Here's mine:

anjum artwriter said...

lovely writeup how we sometimes hate the very person we love

tinkwelborn said...

what a powerful poem. so much dislike is a Red Herring.
personally, I dislike much of the traits of my son, daughter and mother; but, I do love them and grieve for them.
Strange, strange world we live in...Master Jack (an old, old song).
cool poem. thanks for the recollections of reality.