Let me dress you in your best Colombian-neck tie
No prepare yourself for a race to the pearly gates.
Take your cynical and vindictive ways to your dreamland,
Where the world is not only your oyster
But an entire seafood banquet.
I was once told, if you dont have anything nice to say,
Dont say it at all.
But I dont want to end all communication with you.
You treat me worse than the dirt beneath your feet,
And still I yearn for your respect, your attention.
As much as I appear to deeply dispise you,
It's merely a disguise for my innner addmiration
Of your oh, so contradictive self.
I crave your attention, your hate is my love, your pleasure my pain.
I cant stand to see you smile, laugh or express any form of glee.
But my misery longs for your company.
So please, I beg of you.
Hate me?
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