'I Hate You'

I hate you. They tell me, I'm not supposed to. But I do. Your voice, Irritates me. Vibrating misery, Under my skin. The smell of you, My favorite cologne. Curdles my stomach. The vomit. Flavors my mouth. Chunks of funk. Revolting to my being. I expel you. You are foreign to my body. You're a rash on my skin. You make me itch. My eyes water. My heart hurt. My fists curl. My head ache. With a gun in my pocket. Looking forward, To your wake. I wish that you were dead. That maggots danced, On your rotting flesh. I wish your skin was cold. And if you were sorry, For anything you did. Phermaldehyde your tears. But your not. You sit somewhere else. Some other whore, Sucking your dick. No....your little dick. With my money. My checks you rooted. My VCR. Watching movies. Leaving me with the Bell South. The rent. The empty refridgerator. Bruised. Black-eyed. Heart broken. Yet strong. I loved you. Let you know me. Let you use me. Let you abuse me. Let your sorry sex, Amuse me. I gave you everything. While all I got was, $4.00. 4 months. and memories. 2 4 get. Everything about you. I hate. You make me sick. You made me bitter. You taught me hate. Written October 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 06:17 AM PST   0 • 1