Sometimes you **** me off.
You know, with your 'know it all' ****,
And with your *** comments.
But, for some weird reason,
I find myself to like you even more.
I hate you so much.
But, I really like you too.
I just can't help it.
Maybe, under all your *** comments,
And your 'know it all ****',  
You're a really sweet guy.

Yes, I like you.
I like you a lot actually.
You probably think I'm weird,
Or maybe even a freak.
But I give up on caring what you think.
Sorry if me liking you weirds you out.
It weird for me too.
Maybe I like you because of how your eyes brighten when you're happy,
Or maybe how your smile makes my day,
Or how you act like an adorable ****** around your friends.
I don't know.
I always get little butterflies when I think about you,
And I get them when I talk to you too.
I apologize if saying this weirds you out,
Or if you hate me after this.
But, I'm glad I finally got this off my chest.
Bye.

M.L.