I hate you.
I hate you because you act like a know-it-all.
You act like a know-it-all because no one has stood up to you.
No one has stood up to you because no one has your time.
No one has time for you because you’re not worth anyone’s time.
You’re not worth anyone’s time because time is perceived as precious.
You’re not precious because you’re everywhere, at every time, always saying anything.
You are a busy-body because you are jobless.
You’re jobless because you’re under-qualified.
You’re under-qualified because you think you’re under-qualified tbh.
You think so tbh because people have told you so.
People have told you so because you keep talking to the wrong people.
You keep talking to the wrong people because you don’t listen to me.
You don’t listen to me and it hurts me.
It hurts me because I want only the best for you.
I want only the best for you because I see only the best in you.
I see only the best in you because I love you more than anyone else I have ever met.
I love you more than other people in the world because I don’t have the time to love others.
I don’t have the time to love other because I’m too busy in love with you.
But when you act like a stupid Know-it-all, I’m forced to say that I hate you.
But dear Lord, do I love you?