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.