When I feel your prescence,
my stomach crawls together and my heart clenches painfully.
When I see your face,
disgust thrills as sparks through my body.
When I speak to you,
venom is clearly audable in my voice.
When you touch me,
I feel a unwanted and unknown heat appear.
When I hear your voice,
I cring and want to be as far away as possible from the disgusting sound.
Oh, how much...
I.
Hate.
You.
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Dedicated to people who feel hatred. I'm not one of these people.
Quote with the poem:
Hate doesn't grow
out of jealousy
or the wrong kind of affection.
Hate grows out of the loneliness
in the hearts of people.
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floating thoughts: poems & quotes of a bookworm
Poetry❝Poems are the words of the soul, but never heard. The words of the heart, but never appreciated. The words that echo through the mind, but never spoken.❞ © 2013, All Right Reserved: S. Mukobo-Pandu
