I hate the way you look at me

I hate the way you look at me I hate the way you cry I hate it when you look away I hate it when you make me cry I hate it when you disappear I hate the way you wear high-s I hate it when I love you more I hate the way it makes me alive Riversides are overdosed Our-sides are under-dosed Straight eyes are not allowed Since you make me rhyme I try to make my poems rhyme Despite they make me cry I read them with my glasses on I wish I was color-blind Stars taught me yesterday We like, because, and we love, despite All the ways I hate you now I love you more, despite