I love

I love the way they look at me,
when I start to smile.
I love the way they patronize,
Like I'm a desperate child.
I love the way things can go wrong,
after just being so right.
I love the way you try to reason,
and speak only of lies.
I love the way you left again,
and said you wouldn't return.
I love the way ten months later,
you text me, "Lesson learned."
I love the way your friends will leave,
and kick you when you're down.
I love the way when you're depressed,
No one is ever around.
I love the way I won't forgive,
If I can't forget.
I love the way last night was packed,
with so much regret.
I love the way you compare,
with me versus her.
I love the way you get your answer,
and choose the other girl.
But what I love most of all,
is how much I hate those things.
I hate the way they won't come pack,
I hate that they abandoned me.