I hate your loving smile
I hate your glistening eyes
I hate your soft fliipy hair
I hate your pouty pink lips
I hate your tall, slim body
I hate your adorable dimples
I hate your constellation-like freckles
I hate your athletic graceful walk
I hate your sensual Adam's apple
I hate your boyish mischievous grin
I hate the way you throw your head back and laugh so wildly
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate that I have to write about you
To try and get over your piercing eyes
Because John,
The truth is I like you
I have since the 8th grade
And now we're sophomores
But guys like you don't go for girls like me
The truth is, I don't hate you
I try to convince myself I don't like you
I am writing this as a reason to why I should hate you
But I simply cannot
I think, slowly and painfully that I have fallen in love with you
I can't get you out of my mind
Every love story I read I wish it were us
I dream of you John, constantly and always
Oh how you have ******* with my heart
With that devilish smile of yours
I hate you John.