Them and Us

They say there's a thin line between love and hate. I used to think
that was a load of crap until I hated you so much I fell in love.

I hate how you dance - that's how it began. I love that I saw you first
and I hate that you asked my friend to dance and didn't notice me. I
hate that you led her on and didn't return her calls and I love that I
turned you down next time we met. I hate that I kissed your best friend
to annoy you and I love that he gave you my phone number after you
begged him a hundred times.

I love that you called me 'Babe' and made me endless cups of tea. I
hate that my parents didn't like you from the start. I love that we
could go clubbing and you would never get jealous when other guys hung
around me. I hate the way you dance.

I hate that you see your ex-girlfriend around and I
love the jealous look in her eyes when we see her.

I love your bushy blond eyebrows and I hate the hairdresser who trimmed
them down.
I hate that you are only a mechanic and I love the smell from your
overalls.

I hate your funny teeth and I love the way you kiss. I love how we fit
together when we cuddle and I hate that you call them 'squidges'.

I hate those cheap cigarretes you smoke and I love that you let me
smoke them all. I love the way you speak Italian and I hate that I can
only count to twenty. I love that we spent every night together and I
hate that the memories are fading quickly.

I love the beautiful earrings you gave me for my birthday and I hate
how I can't wear them now without thinking of you. I love that you
first said 'I love you' in the supermarket and I hate that you'll never
tell me again.

I love that we were completely wrapped up in each other and I hate that
my friends would take me out dancing and I would sit in the corner and
pine for you.

I hate that you had a shitty upbringing and I love that you always want
to better yourself.

I love how you get on so well with even my toughest guy friends and I
hate that you convinced them not to tell me that you used drugs. I love
that you can stand up for yourself and I hate how you'd dissappear to
'take care of some business'.

I hate your friends and their cold addict eyes. I love how you treat me
like royalty in their company. I hate that I was a snob and didn't fit
in with your family and I love how neither of us cared.

I hate that I drank away my nerves until I felt sick and I love that
you threatened to break down the bathroom door if I didn't let you in
to hold my hair back.

I love that every song was our song and I hate all the music that
reminds me of you.

I hate that you're always tired but I love watching you sleep. I love
how you said honesty was the most important thing in this relationship
and I hate how you lied to me from the beginning.

I hate that your big dog jumps on me and I love how you put him out in
the garden. I love that you make me Sunday dinners and I hate that in
nine months you have never eaten in front of me.

I love my independance and I hate being alone. I love that I can go out
with anyone I choose and I hate that no-one compares to you.

I love that I was with you all summer and I hate the howling wind and
rain that now surrounds me.

I love that you would send me endless amounts of silly text messages
and I hate that I'm so pathetic even now I can't bring myself to delete
them.

I love that when I told you I was going on holiday you told me to make
the most of it and I hate that you cried at the airport and told me you
couldn't go it alone. I love that you told everyone how much you were
missing me and I hate that I was unfaithful to take my mind off
you.

I love that you told me drugs were for idiots and I hate that you chose
them over us in the end.

I hate the smug look in the eyes of your friends and I love that no-one
sees the single tear that falls from my face as I walk away.

I hate that you tell everyone splitting up was a mutual agreement and I
love that people say you look like shit these days. I love that you
don't go clubbing without me now and I hate that you're in some dirty
flat getting high.
I love that it was us against the world and I hate that you let them
win.

I love that I'm a free agent and I can go out with a better class of
men and I hate that everyone asks me what happened to you.

I love that I never pass up an opportunity and I hate that you are my
one regret.

I hate that I still love you.