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I Hate You

I hate you.

I really do.

There was a time when I didn’t, and I ask myself how I could not hate you.

I ask myself how others could not hate you either.

How they couldn’t see the vines of greed wrapped around your body

The thorns of hate piercing their way into your head

Or the way you smile a bit too widely when someone says something you don’t like.

 

I hate you.

I really do.

You say you love us but the second we glance away from you

You blame us for your pain.

You say you love us but push us away the moment we ask why.

You say you love us but the second your child asks why you’re ignoring them you banish them to the pits of darkness.

You say you love us but you were so quick to cast us away the second we didn’t do as you asked.

You say you love us but you punish us the moment your golden child is tortured because he loved.

You say you love us and yet it’s only a matter of when you’ll drop your hand and we fall into oblivion.

You say you love us but your lust for torture is so much stronger.

 

I hate you.

I really do.

I hate that the villains, the bad guys,the monsters are the kids who love you with all their being. 

Are the children who follow your every word.

Who would do anything for your love

And yet, they are ignored.

They are pushed away.

Left to wait for your warmth as you play with your golden child.

Left with the trauma and neglect as they watch you move on.

Left with tears they don’t feel falling as they watch you go without a word.

Left alone, asking themselves what they did wrong.

 

I hate you.

I really do.

I hate you for leaving them behind and acting as if nothing happened.

I hate you for expecting them to move on just like you did.

I hate you for calling them mad when they scream at you for what you did.

I hate you for making everyone believe they are the monster when in reality it was you.

I hate you for letting them die hating you when all they did was love you.

I hate you for making me feel like I’m the monster too.

 

I hate you.

I really do.

You’re a tyrant.

An Icarus flying too close to his sun.

You’re evil himself.

And yet, with the sun rising behind you.

You were an angel.

And I worry you’ll fly again.

 

I hate you.

I really do.

But I also can’t stop loving you.

And that’s the funny part.

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