Survivor's Remorse

The True Meaning of Hate

Written December 4, 2005

Tonight is the night for us

I wait

Patiently setting the romantically lit table

I hear a soft knock at my front door

I walk gracefully trying not to soar

You greet me with a disinterested kiss

For me, you've ruined our night of bliss

I try even harder to please you

Jumping to your every call to see who

You really love

You quickly close your cell when I walk in

At this point, I quickly begin

To assume that it's not me you want

But someone else who's got you flaunt[ing]

The gear that you wear

The cologne that mesmerizes me

Wasn't bought to please me

As our dinner comes to a close

You begin to tug at my clothes

I begin to cry for lack of thought

And you slap me and say I ought

To be glad you even came

And that you were missing the game

I quickly flee up the steps in disgust

Guzzling down wine and stifling a cuss

You appear at my door with a gun in your hand

I quickly maneuver towards the window to stand

I weep silently awaiting your reactions

You lower the gun and come racing at me

I hug you passionately and reach for the phone

I can feel you smell and caress me as you moan

I ask you, "Why?!" and want to know your plan

I love you, you say, but you know that I know

"About what?"

"That brother you have waiting at the ho

Tell me why you are doing this to me!"

I simply reply that, "I hate you and I want you to hate me. Now die!"

I shoot him!