I hate you he said, words as sharp as knives, spewing off his tongue in similarity to poison. three words ringing in the back of my mind like a broken record. My mind reaches a state of blankness as the words my heart Tugs slowly spills out of my mouth. You mustn't truly know love I said, for if you did the hate could not exist. You mustn't know the Purity and defining touch love places on you, for only then you would not say I hate you but instead the placement of emotion I have for you isn't Love, but more or less a bitter dislike in taste. You can dislike so many things without caring hate in Your Heart for them. The words I hate you may tear me down, but ultimately you are the one who will be broken spewing those words.