I hate a lot.
That's fine..
That's

Fine.

I'm not sure why
I hate so much or so
Carelessly,
It's kind of like wind really,

and trite analogies;

I'm a big gust of hate and
I bend my surroundings because
I can, and because
I want to, and because
I need to.

I contemplated hating less and
My inner voice told me that was lame so
I hated more for a bit, cussed at a mug, swore at a cat, and
I was convinced this was okay.

And it was okay.

I hate a lot.
That's fine..
That's

Fine.