Author's Note: Here is a little Kel/Joren poem that I wrote. Hope you like it. Please review.
Why Can't I Hate You?
Why can't I hate you?
I know I should,
You hate me.
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But I see your straight blonde hair
And no thoughts of hate enter my mind.
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We aren't similar at all,
But I almost wish we were,
I wish we could be a couple.
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I see your stormy blue eyes
And I wonder why you hate me so.
Do you hate me just because that was how
you were brought up?
Was it something that was drilled
Into your mind from a young age?
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You hate me,
You hurt me,
And yet,
I can't seem to get enough.
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I hear your taunting voice,
Decipher the cold words,
And smile.
I love the way your voice dances
Across the words as if they were
A beautiful ballet,
But keep the meaning there all the same.
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You bullied me and my friends,
You tried to make my life misery,
You stole my maid and my dog,
And yet I still don't hate you.
Why can't I hate you?
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We should be mortal enemies,
And yet - I yearn for you.
For you to approve of me,
For you to accept me,
For you to love me.
But I know it could never be.
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Hope.
Yes, I will always hope for you to come.
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Wait.
Yes, I will wait for you to come.
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Dream.
Yes, I will dream of you coming.
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Know.
Yes, I know you will not come.
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Smile.
Would you smile for me?
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Be kind.
If I asked nicely would you be kind in return?
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Tell me.
Would you tell me if I even have a chance with you?
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Wait, what is this?
A soft knock at my door,
A tattoo beat interrupting my longing thoughts.
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I open the oak door
And see the oddest sight,
You – standing there,
Looking like an angel.
No ugly sneer disgracing your face,
But a soft look of apprehension.
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I allow you to enter my rooms,
You stand awkwardly
Dressed in hues of blue and silver
That accent your glorious eyes and pale hair.
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Two words dance from your lips.
Two words I had always longed for you to say,
Two words you'd say in my dreams,
Two words that seemed forbidden to you.
"I'm sorry."
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I laugh then,
This is a dream
– a truly wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless –
It must be a dream.
There is no way this could be reality,
Is there?
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You look hurt,
I realize this along with something else.
This isn't a dream,
This is real.
You are actually saying sorry to me.
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You continue,
"I'm sorry I stole your maid – and dog."
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The words of acceptance come to my lips,
But do not pass
As I see two faces peering sternly around my door
And a full purse at your hip.
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I realize with despair:
You were paid to do this.
You don't really mean the words,
You just did this for the money.
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I scream with embarrassment and shove you
Out of the door,
Trying to shove you out of my life.
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I sink to the floor, crying.
You make me cry – and again I wonder
Why can't I hate you?
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I should hate you.
I know I should.
But I just can't.
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If you ever want to change,
I'll be waiting her for you,
I know I will.
I'm hopeless –
I just can't not hate you.