Just something random Chansung feels about Taecyeon.

 

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you style your hair.
I hate the person you want me to be.
I hate it when you stare.

I hate the way you treat me,
and the way you read my mind.
I hate how I can never be free.
I hate you so much I must be blind.

I hate the way you’re so self-sure.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate that you always seem to want more.
I hate it even worse when you make me cry.

I hate that you seem to never be around,
and the fact that you always lie.
I hate that you make me lose sleep.
I hate that I always forgive and let you back in.
I hate that I’m weak for you.
I hate how I can’t give up on you.
I hate it when you make me smile.
I hate it even worse when you make me laugh.
I hate the fact that you didn’t call,
but mostly I hate the fact that I don't hate you.
Not even a little bit at all.