Hate Poem

Hate Poem

I truly hate you. The entirety of your being,
Everything you are, and perhaps everything you will become.
I hate you and your presence.

The way I breathe hates you. Inhale, exhale, hate you.
The sound of my cracking bones hate you.
Even when I sleep I hate you.
My restless thoughts hate you.

Now, imagine an insidious, malignant tumour eating you alive.
That is an overdue symbol of how I hate you.

If I find a fork in the road
With one path leading to heaven but somehow you are there
And another path in pursuit of a blazing inferno,
With dogmatic conviction, I choose hell. 

You are hell.
I have wasted hours upon hours hating you,
Only to end up loving you.