I think of you every day
you are my mind my dreams;
you are an addiction.
I feed my need with your image
I think of you,
you.
I hate you,
so wonderfully I do;
there once was a heart
you took it
there once was a vaccum
it was filled.
Hatred, is that what it is?
Similar to love,
yet unmistakably opposite of the spectrum;
love keeps you awake
pains your heart
clouds your judgment
causes you to laugh,
to cry,
to enter a trance of passion.
Does not hatred do this?
Is not hatred a passion;
a consuming inspiring beauty?
It is.
I hate you,
no love just hate.
It is indeed lovely
it is indeed gorgeous;
Take a look
look inside;
look into the darkness.
What is the color of love?
I would like to express the opposite,
but never mind the thought
I want you to concentrate,
focus,
look please
see it?
The contempt,
the anger and frustration
the sadness and sighs.
Yes,
yes you do.
Goodbye and hello.
By the way,
I hate you.