Hatred of Love
I am repulsed by his obscure taste in music,
Even his chauvinism of the female gender.
I loathe the obscene sexual statements,
Along with his entire demeanor.
I can't stand his dry joking nature,
Topped witha an arrogant, course laugh.
I detest the fact he thinks he’s so smart,
Endlessly bragging about his A in Math.
I dread the stab he brings my swollen heart,
When he spits remarks that would sting any bee.
I can’t bear when he knows he's in the wrong,
Then gives the look he always gives me.
I hate when he’s away,
I hate when I’m near him.
I don't like his hair grown out,
Or even when he gets a trim.
It disgusts me the way he Eats,
Drinks,
Or Breathes.
Repulsing me with his Eyes,
Teeth,
Mouth,
And Nose.
I hate him all just the same,
From his head
down
to
his
toes.
I even hate the fact I hate him.
My repugnance no one will ever know.
My abomination for him makes no sense,
For I really, truly love him so.
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