i fucking hate the way you smile and i fucking hate the way you ride your bike and i think your tattoos are dumb. i hate the way you spread the honey on your still warm toast and it breaks apart and mooshes up every time and how it doesn't seem to bother you. i hate the way you grin after shots of gin like its freshly squeezed orange juice and i hate the way you move your hips from left to right and back again when you slip your t-shirt off over your head. i hate the smell of an unfamiliar airport terminal when you're holding my hand and i hate when you hold mine during your nightmares. i hate how you shoot a pellet gun better than a boy and i hate the way it makes you giggle. i hate how you collect dandelions for wine and i hate the way your bum looks in your favorite pair of jeans. i hate how i'm full of shit because i think you're fucking lovely.
