The frustration is deafening
I want to rip your head off
Scratch your back until it bleeds
Pound it all out on to the street.
I hate you!
I do!
I hate you, so.
Wondering how it is, foods, wine,
The sweet taste of endless time
Knowing of the kiss, hold, and engulf
Lucky, lucky, lucky and so deserving
I love you!
I do!
I hate you, so.
I do!
Leave it alone; knowing it can’t but then
Sends me, fulfills dreams
Turns it all around and around
Longing of saddens replaced by trembles of blinding vision
Poetic justice is written and sung
I really do hate you!
I do!
Over the nights and nights of
Darkness that blankets them us together
Lucky, lucky, so lucky is naive of youth
A timer is the essence of unjust space
Limited sequences of must goes and gone
I hate you!
I love you so much, I hate you
I do!
I do!
It’s done to be just one.