The Schoolgirl

I hate you for the way you smile
And make me twist like a pretzel for you
I hate you for hanging up on me
And making me feel like a schoolgirl
I hate you for the things I want to say
And I choose to camouflage and suppress
I hate you for every lie that I let slip through my lips
And think it will save my face
I hate you for the times you don't turn up
And I lie to myself that I don't care
I hate you for the bond we share,
And something else, something more
I hate you for the way you make me feel
Weak in the knees and the knot in my stomach
And most of all I hate you for the fact
That no matter what you do
I don't hate you, not a bit, not at all