I hate how you never look at me
How your eyes always pass me by
I hate if when you look at her,
And how it makes me cry.

I hate the fact you do math in pen
Because you're never wrong.
I hate the way you smile at me,
Like you're stringing me along.

I hate how blue your eyes can get
When you laugh or when you smile.
I hate the fact for you, I'd run
A hundred thousand miles.

I hate, I hate, I hate
Your entire ******* being.
So why is it, why is it,
you are everything I am seeing?

I feel bad for women who date online.
There are good men in this world, I swear.
Not every man who walks the earth wastes his breath and your time,
with cro-magnon scribbles from a mind so bare,
that it comes as a surprise they managed even to write one line,
much less something so cerebral as this:
                              "Yo, prety gurl. Liek yur pic,
                                I so >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
                               Wanna see mah ****?"

So deep, right? What Socratic genius might have penned such lines?
Surely not even Shakespeare or Keats could craft words so divine!
I am so sorry, women who date online.
Truly, I'm sorry, on behalf of mankind