I Mean Everything

I hate the way his hair hides under that beanie every time I see him
I hate those stupid blue eyes that stare into my soul
I hate that patch of stomach I can see that looks so lickable
I hate his stupid muscles that look so nice to touch
I hate those damn arms that punch and harm me when I really think they could be nice if they wanted

To put it bluntly

I hate everything.

And...by 'everything', I mean you
And by 'hate', I mean love...

No, that isn't right.

I've always wondered what it would feel like to be in an embrace in those strong arms
Those hands can deal damage, but what would it be like to be caressed by them?
Those lips are so harsh they leave scalding burns on my psyche, but they look so soft...
That scar...I want to trace it with my tongue and tell you it's okay, it isn't a bad look on you

But, really

I hate everything about you

Your stupid name-calling
Your stupid...stupidity

...but I don't really hate you
We have to keep up appearances, right?

I have a feeling Fuu would smack me if she knew
Rai would likely pound my face into the dirt

But would you let them?
Part of me says yes...
Part of me says no, but it's got a good reason.

You're the only one allowed to smack me and pound my face into the dirt.

I've always been yours
Whether I like it or not.

I hate you.
I love you.

And I mean it.

AN: Wow...that was just seriously something out of nowhere. I had no idea why I wrote it at the time, but I liked it, so I decided to post it. :3