Cami

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

tu mano entrelazada con la mia

que te escondas en mi cuello

el olor de tu pelo cuando salis de bañarte

estar recostada en tu pecho

tus besos

tu risa

que me mires y sonrías