Epic loathing and everlasting hatred,

Is nothing even closely related.

It's not even close to this horrible vibe,

It's something I can't really describe.

But this feeling isn't the same as it used to be,

No, this time it's changing me.

I can't see straight,

And don't you dare say it's fate.

There are some who snicker,

As we bicker.

But really, there's nothing cute about those dimples,

Nothing cute about a few pimples,

Nothing cute about a boy,

Who treats everything like it's his toy.

I won't admit to liking him,

Because there's nothing to like, not a single limb.