I hate the way you would tend to stare at me,
and the way you would ignore me.
I hate the way you smile,
and the way you styled your hair.
I hate your black hoodie,
and how much you love red.
I hate the way you laugh,
and how you act so weird.
I hate the way you get so close,
and how you actually aren't.
I hate you so much,
that I actually lied.
{ E.I }
There is a thin line between love and hate.