I hate your golden curls,
the way they get matted when you sleep.
I hate your boring blue eyes,
the way they look when you weep.
I hate your sword of bronze,
the way you can call it at your hip.
I hate all the words you say,
the way that they move off of your lips.
I hate that we are roommates,
the way I see you every morning.
I hate when you run into danger,
the way you nudge off every single warning.
I hate that you're invincible,
the way you think this is all a game.
I hate all of your stupid magic,
the way that it bursts me into flames.
But the thing I hate most about what you do,
is the way it makes me hopelessly in love with you.
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