I HATE YOU

I hate you.
I hate the way you look.
I hate the way you talk.
I hate the way you feel.
I hate the way you smell.
I hate the way you taste.
I hate the way you dress.
I hate the way you think.
I hate the way you act.
I hate the way the air seems to split around you to allow you pass.
I hate your taste in music.
I hate your taste in men.
I hate your style.
I hate your friends.
I hate your personality.
I hate the way darkness seems to float all around you.
I hate the way you keep secrets.
I hate the way death seems to lurk within you.
I hate the way your eternal being shines through the chaos of life.
I hate the way you keep the gates of hell from opening and releasing millions of satanic creatures to reek havoc upon the world.
I hate the way I lie by saying I hate all those things that are truly unique about you and that I love.
I hate the way I love you for so many reasons that no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of heart. A feeling. Only felt.

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