A Beautiful Hatred
As I glare into your eyes
I see the beauteous depth of my distaste for you, my love.
I stare at your smile
And I fall back in love.
Then, I attempt to kiss your loathsome lips
But I find they disgust me so.
They’re simply the method you use to tell me more lies.
I see your mannerisms, those things you do
And I remark at the many ways you cause me to fall deeper in love.
At the same time, I foam
At the mouth,
From all the things you seem to do.
I’ve just decided
Made the conclusion
That this romance we’ve had
Has always been just an illusion.