I Hate

undefind love, and maybe stuff people shouldn't know. when i say 'people' i mean Him.

my day is a drag waiting to get to my last class,
knowing that i'll get to see him for a hour and a half.
the way he dresses,
those stupid shoes,
and the way he does his hair.

he's perfect in every single way.

i hate the way he smiles when no one's looking.
i hate the way he looks at me when he thinks i don't know.
i wonder if he really knows me.
i wonder if he knows how i feel.
i wonder if he feels the same way too.

he love me,
he loves me not,
he loves me,
he loves me not,
he loves me.