i'll let you just ignore me,
if that's what you want to do;
you can sit there and abhor me
if it makes it easier for you

your kindness turned to anger,
your words no longer sweet;
so, please, tell me how you hate me,
if that makes you feel complete

your stares no longer caring,
your touch no longer warm;
so, tell me how i'm terrible
for ringing the alarm

but there's one request,
to which i cannot comply:
to hate you, i must protest -
i still don't think you're that bad a guy