The embodiments of love and hate

The embodiments of hate

Most people think you are a picture,
But to me you are merely a photo frame.
People think you are important,
But in reality you only present to them an image that they can admire.

If people were the weather,
You would be my storm
You ruin all my plans and leave me miserable all day.
No matter how much I shout at you, you won't go away.

If there's such thing as reincarnation your past life would have been a fox. Many consider you cute and harmless, but you're cunning, devious and sly.
It helps that you are ginger.

I imagine you as the red flag fluttering in front of a bull.
Taunting, irritating and the main part of a sick game. Although you would be a little darker; like the mud you pushed me in last week.

I was scraping burnt porridge off a pan last night and it reminded me of you. If left unsupervised, untouched, you'll end up corrupt and filthy.
You'll become what nobody wants.

When you go to the cinema I bet you buy slush. Cold, yet sweet. But too Much harms the brain and becomes sickly. You leave your mark on people like a bright blue tongue.

You have become the sneakers on your feet. Always changing to accommodate another person's taste. You change you're style like a shoe changes design. You change you're personality like a shoe changes soles. You rephrase your words like a shoe being re-laced. But just like a sneaker, when people get tired of you, they throw you away. Maybe that's why you change so much.

Your moods swings are like picking an apple from a pile. You can be tough and sour like a granny Smith or sweet and mushy like a golden delicious. Somehow I always get the bad Apple.

Just like the mountains will never bow to the sea, I will never be happy to see you.

Just like the water rejects the oil, I will never like you.

And just like the poles will never meet the tropics, I will never want to speak to you.

Because quite simply, Benjamin Slayter: I hate you.

From: Addison Song.

P.S: Even your initials spell BS.