The thing is;

I hate you
But not the way I hate others for
Being so sensitive, or
Being so caring, or
Not “getting it”

I hate you for
Testing me, by always:

Having other things to do
Other places to go to, and lastly
Other people to see
You have better things to do (don’t you?)

I find those things quite endearing, but
You make me feel bad because I

Miss your snark
Your narrowed eyes
Your wonderful wit!

And your laughter
It suits you quite well, you know
How you sarcastically ‘har-har’
With that exact tone

Why do you take up my time
Even in your absence?
And you wonder why
I keep wanting to see you.

* * *

Look, you see;

I like you
But not the way I like others for
Being so sensitive, or
Being so caring, or even for
Always “getting it”

I like you for
Testing me, by always:

Calling me at one AM
Visiting me while at work, then
Inviting me; haven’t I told you?
I have better things to do (don’t you?)

Though I end up coming, see, because I

Miss your snark
Your droopy eyes
Your educated insolence1

And your sneer
You know it fits you just right
How that crooked smile graces your face
At that exact angle

Why do you still manage to fit
In my life’s timetable?
And I wonder why
I keep wanting to see you

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1. “Wit is educated insolence.” – Aristotle

Sorry, I’m no poet. But this is concerning my own characters’ love life (ha), and I was trying to be romantic. Mine is inexistent right now.

Anyhow. Since I’m banned from my computer for a while, I’ll be rarely online now, I guess. Just letting you know if you read to this part.