I hate it when...

    I hate it when you play on my nerves;
    I hate it when you turn on a bitch...
    Confusing lessons with the rules of the games,
    I hate it when you throw a reproach...

    I hate it when you try to track me down;
    I hate when you hide for the truth...
    I hate when you change the system around —
    And you close from me by a lot of the clues...

    I hate it when you answer a long;
    I hate it when you are unruly...
    I hate it when you are others belong...—
    Remember: you are only Мine truly!

    I hate it when you find a new friend;
    I hate your always swings of the mood...
    I hate it when we're not hand in hand,
    Distance - captivity, and the chance - cover hood!

    I hate it when I don't know your news...—
    I hate your riddles, mysteries, and secrets band...
    I hate your whims, and when me confuse,
    When you start the scene without the end...

    I hate it when there are empty tantrum;
    I hate when we are often more strife...
    I hate when you hit on my soul room,
    Where you leave cuts and wounds with knife...

    I hate it when you don't understand...
    I hate when I have not your photography,
    I hate it when you don't me defend...—
    How I want to be your biography!

    I hate it when I don't see your smile...
    I hate it when you mistakes repeat.
    I hate when I can't hug in a mile,
    When I rarely call you darling and sweet...

    I hate it when you don't feel the same;
    I hate when we with you so alike...
    I hate when we rarely meet again,—
    So little is worthless, that you can me dislike!

    I hate it when I am so to you rude;
    I hate it when I'm a ''dancer on shows''...
    I hate when I step on your soul with foot,—
    I hate all this, I love you because!

                <2018>

*—перевод моего стихотворения «Ненавижу...» на английский язык.

Оригинал можно прочитать здесь: http://www.stihi.ru/2018/05/30/5129