Why did I hate his laugh?
The ability to read cues that he didn’t have,
the awkward sentences in all the wrong places,
when he said the wrong things but was still left shameless.

Why did I hate when he tried to help?
His attempts to convince me that he couldn’t quite sell,
how he couldn’t back down when I said no,
he wanted what’s best and I guess it did show.

Why did I hate when he left me alone?
I knew he was working but still checked my phone,
waiting and waiting for him to reach out,
just to go right to sleep when he opened his mouth.

Why wouldn’t I just quit?
cause I hated and hated but couldn’t admit,
whatever you say, whatever you do,
will just be another reason to love you.

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