Mi Vil Plagio

I love it when he talks to me
and the way he cuts his hair.
I love the way he walks
I love it when we stare.
I love his big dumb old shoes
and those memories in my mind.
I like him so much it makes me sick
and even makes this rhyme.
I love it when we're both wrong.
I hate it he lies.
I hate his effect on me
and the way he makes me trust.
I hate when he's not really around
and when he's no there at all.
And obviously I hate the way I can't hate him. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.