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
11 comments:
Sounds like a real love/hate relationship!
valid words, you have made your message cross.
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 ♥
Ah! The push and pull of love!
Sisters? Very nice write. I enjoyed it!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/05/treasure/
yEP, SISTERS ;)
Your poem speaks to the complicated
and hilarious nature of human beings.
Great use of repetition and I like the twist at the end. Great read :)
http://www.jackedwardspoetry.blogspot.com/
This is great! It reminded me a little of the poem in 10 Things I Hate About You. Thanks for sharing! :)
Here's mine: http://cursemymetalbody.wordpress.com/2011/10/06/poetry-thursday-68/
lovely writeup how we sometimes hate the very person we love
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.
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