That morning
was the morning I realized
you annoy
the fuck out of me.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you flash that smile of yours
that somehow always manages
to turn me upside down.

You annoy the fuck out of me
because of how you are
and because I know
you will probably never change,
yet I don’t want you to.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you don’t
pay me any attention,
but still expect me
to pay you all of my attention.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you open your mouth
just to speak bullshit
and tell me some more lies.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you act like a jerk,
just because I once told you
that I like bad boys.

You annoy the fuck out of me
because deep down
you are still a kid
and you don’t have more courage.

You annoy the fuck out of me
because you don’t have the courage
to tell me
what you really feel.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you hide,
but even more
when you hide from me.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you act as if I am not there,
but you still look for me
in the crowd,
every single time
I am standing right in front of you.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you hit on other girls,
but even more
when you hit on them
just like you hit on me
the first time.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you say there is nothing left
to talk about,
yet you reply to my texts.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you lie,
but even more
when you lie about the way
you feel about me.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when I still look at you
as if you are perfect,
as imperfect as you are.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you annoy me,
and even more
when you find pleasure
in doing so.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you say
you want me to be crazy,
yet you run away
because I am crazy for you.

You annoy the fuck out of me
when you say you feel
nothing for me,
yet you can’t seem to
take your eyes off me.