How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee more than I can express
For these words do not explain the distress
My soul has endured for you.
I hate thee more than morning dew
Longs for the morning sun to rise.
I hate thee greatly for all the lies;
I hate thee immensely for tying my noose.
I hate thee with a passion that I shall use
To burn all the memories of our life.
I hate thee with no means of ever stopping --
As my tears become dying breaths
And my fears become reality -- but if God does his choosing
Maybe I shall love thee after death.