you don't actually think i never hated you...
boy, i, did, i hated you,
i loathed you with a rhythmic churning...
i was hardly a friend for you to keep,
i hated you, i kept loving you
by actually hating you...
i thought loving you was easier when
i started hating you...
to keep acquiring tact...
but it wasn't the case... hating oiled the conversation up:
loving favoured friction...
i always favoured hating,
i turned into a teenager aged 30...
then i laughed...
and by laughing died... died... died.