I Hate But...

I hate the way he talks

But his voice sends me to laughter

I hate his hair

And yet when he runs his hands

Through it

I get butterflies

I hate the way he is everywhere

But I look for him

My eyes searching for his

I hate his loudness

But I find peace

In the ability to hear him

I hate his competitiveness

And yet I do the same

Both of us wanting to win

I hate that he is good at sports

In a stereotypical way

But my eyes search the field

Looking for his number

I hate the idea

Of me liking him

And yet I'm liking him