How Can I Hate You?
For Annie because I want you to know that no matter what may get said and done between us in the madness of life I know that there will be nothing ever that could make me truly, actually, properly hate you.
I know how to hate the stupid
The clamour of questions; so pointless; so obvious; so pathetic
Bang-your-head-against-the-desk
Roll your eyes
Cynicise
Know “not everyone can be as clever as you”
You’re lucky
Lucky you don’t have a machine gun
Achieving’ll be hard in the Scrubs
Ignore, condescend, cleverly deride
It’s not that hard.
I know how to hate the nice
The always niceness; so meaningless; so useless; so sincere
Internally-shake-your-head
Smile awkwardly
Cynicise
Know “they mean well”
You’re lucky
Lucky you have people that try
Believing’ll be harder in scorn
Ignore, deflect, fake appreciation
It’s not that hard.
I know how to hate the shallow
Flipped fake hair; so ridiculous; so laughable; so confusing
Arch an eyebrow
Cynicise
Know “you have your priorities straight”
You’re lucky
Lucky you have a filter between your brain and your mouth
Working’ll be harder with all their bitching
Ignore, scoff, steer clear
It’s not that hard.
I know how to hate the perfect
The endless list of achievements; so amazing; so successful; so normal
Bite-on-the-inside-of-your-lip
Applaude politely
Cynicise
Know “they can’t be good at everything”
You’re lucky
Lucky you have no expectations to meet
Doing well’ll mean less if you’ve done it before
Ignore, congratulate, stay downbeat
It’s not that hard.
But how do I hate you?
Stupid: your utter brilliance of mind eclipses your frequent idiocy.
Nice: your explanations as to how you find it hard to say bad things about people and separating them out in your head makes it non-applicable.
Shallow: your mess of curls and disturbing-evil-cat grin – enough said.
Perfect: your tripping-over-nothing-walking-into-walls-foot-in-mouth-crazed-babbling-forgetfullness…need I go on?
In moments of anger and depression
When sadness reigns
When you’re top of my list
When you’re the only one I want to go to
When I curl up by the phone and know you won’t text straight back like I want because you have a life
It’s not that hard.
But it is.
You can’t hate someone made perfect by their imperfections.
I can’t hate you.
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How Can I Hate You?
PoesíaFor my best friend because I want you to know that no matter what may get said and done between us in the madness of life I know that there will be nothing ever that could make me truly, actually, properly hate you.