"I hate you.
I despise you.
I am disgusted by you."
Was once a promise of love.
"For better, for worse,
For richer, for poorer,
In sickness and in health."
So where did all go wrong?
Was the worst too much?
Were the bills too much?
Was the sickness too much?
Love doesn't last.
It turns ugly,
Full of contempt
And disdain.
It's much easier to hate than it is to love.
I hate you.
I despise you.
I am disgusted by you.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
