if only you knew that my hatred was a mask for my undying love for you: sometimes it is hard to put it into words so you end up telling them the opposite.
I hate everything you are.
I hate everything that you will be.
I hate the way your name
sings songs in my ear.
I hate the shine in your eyes
that blurs my vision from its sparkle.
I hate your hands
for the work it does,
always helping others
when it should really be
helping me.
I hate that no matter
what I do or how much
time seems to pass,
you're the only
person I ever think about.
I hate the way that
I gravitate toward you,
like a starved man
nearing its next meal.
I hate hate hate you
but if you were to give
up on me—
give into my
distance, I'd hate me too.
YOU ARE READING
existential crisis: wellness and health
Poetryfor the ones who are hurt, heartbroken, overthinking, overwhelmed, and feel like they're slowly suffocating: OR for the ones who are deeply madly in love, are terribly obsessed, and or in a state of unrequitedness: "I hope you find the comfort you a...
