I don't

I don't.

No, I don’t like you. 

What makes you think otherwise? 

Notice the slight crinkle of my nose, 

The way my brows twitch as you speak. 

See the way my face flushes, 

How my hands bunch up into fists?  

Clearly, I am allergic to your very presence. 

So don’t come any closer.

Don’t expect me to smile back, 

Because the truth is:

No, I don’t like you. 

What makes you think otherwise?