I hate you, but I love you.
by Emma Smith
Boys frustrate me.
I hate all their indirect messages, I hate game-playing.
Do you like me or don't you?
Just tell me so I can get over you.
Save at least half a heartbreak for me, anyway.
Boys confuse me.
Why do you flirt with other girls? And why do they flirt with you back?
Don't you remember those times we flirted, and butterflies took me away?
That time, you put your arm around me and have me lay on you, under the stars?
or that time, your hands intertwined with mine, when no one was looking?
Boys play me.
When you're HOT, I fall deeply in love with you and never want to let you go.
When you're COLD, I want you to go kill yourself with a blunt knife.
If you like me, ask me out.
If you don't, why do you lead me on then?
Boys love me.
Is it because other boys like me?
Is it because you think you don't stand a chance with me?
Are you feel threatened, or just don't want to hurt the others?
They know how I feel about them, and they know all I want is you.
Boys hate me.
Is it an act?
Do you hate in me in front of them, to not make it seem obvious?
Even THEY say we're a good match, so why shouldn't we?
Yes, I know your joking, but about what, is my problem.
I hate you.
You play me, and it hurts.
You're hot and cold with me.
I don't know what to believe, you confuse my heart.
But, the thing I hate most that you do is,
You make me love you.