All These Things I 'Hate' About You

There's a kind of madness in the way you eat ice cream with your tongue and not your lips,
In the sense you get mad when a girl, like myself, grins and shakes her hips.

Like the way you snake your words along such hills,
Forgetting to take your sweet happy pills.

A hypothetical bromance when you fight with your friend and rolls your eyes when I mention it,
God why are you such a fucking nit wit?!

Remember when I kissed your neck but yanked you by your hair,
The way you yelped and grew wide eyed like a young mare?

Maybe it's the fact you take such comfort in a little girl's show,
Ugh, why don't you lick that piece of hair down it's standing there like a bow!

When you make those disturbed faces to describe something funny, oh my!

How you like use words that like, repeat themselves like silly, frilly like girls!

Oh, and don't me started on that Triforce jumbo!

No shame, no shame!

Or maybe it's because you seem the happiest kid on the block,
When in reality death stares you straight from the clock.

How you tell me everything,
Even if I never wanted to hear!

Most of all though,
The thing I hate the most,
One single thing that irks me to know end;
Is that,
You, my dear, are my greatest friend.