I Hate You This Much

... and I love you the same.

I hate you,

just thought that you should know.

I hate the way you walk

and the verbal blows you throw.

I really hate it when you laugh-

and that, thank God, is rare.

I hate the well-starched fine-pressed suits

and that stupid smirk you wear.

It's important that you understand

your jokes are never funny,

and you need to be made aware

that sarcasm is irritating.

I'll have you know there's not a single thing

that I don't hate about you;

and that even if you cared enough,

there's nothing you could do.

Because I hate the smell of your cologne

and that cold mask on your face.

I hate how you belittle me,

every. single. day.

There are a thousand words that come to mind

when I think of you,

but the radio has too many rules,

so these will have to do.

I hate you when you're quiet,

and I hate you when you're not.

I hate the way you're standing

solid, smooth, and armed.

I hate it when you look at me-

straight into my eyes-

and read through all my secrets,

and see right through my guise.

God, I hate it when you play guitar

and I can't help but sing along.

I hate your wit and the things you say,

that make me feel like I belong.

There is not a single thing

that I don't hate that you do,

so tell me why I need so desperately

just to be near you?

And I'm loathe to accept it,

but I will not lie to you-

I think I know the reason why

I hate everything you do.

I love you.

Do not ask me why.

I cannot explain it,

I just know that you feel right.

And trust me when I say it-

for I will not lie to you-

I hate you almost as much as I hate myself

for falling so in love with you.

I hate it when you smile.

I hate when you're asleep.

I hate the way your hair is mussed

when you first rise from your sheets.

I hate how you casually call me things

like “darlin'” and like “love”-

names you call me far too often,

yet somehow not enough.

I hate the way your body moves

when you stand and dance with me,

and I hate the way that laughter looks

when it's living in your cheeks.

I hate it when you play guitar

and know I'll sing along.

And I hate it when we almost touch

because I want you and it's wrong.

I love you.

Do not ask me why.

I cannot explain it,

I just know that you feel right.

And trust me when I say it-

for I will not lie to you-

I hate you almost as much as I hate myself

for falling so in love with you.

And trust me when I say it-

for I will not lie to you-

despite how much I hate it,

I will always love you.

And there's nothing I can do.

Oh, trust me when I say it-

for I will not lie to you-

but there's nothing you can ever do

that will stop me, love, from loving you.

Please believe me when I say it,

I could never lie to you.

Though I still will not admit it,

I am in love with you.

Reviews

[Kieta!]

This is very cool!! I liked this poem and I loved the way the rhyming was consistant throughout the poem! Great job!!! :)

[Chris Atkinson]

Fantastic writing Kiera, I think you have expressed yor emotion beautifuly. Love is so powerful, it can enrich our soules, tear us apart, forfil our dreams or be our worst nightmare. You are very talented Kiera, I look forward to reading more of your work. Keep the faith though :)

[yuki]

everyone feels like that about someone. great poem

[Emily]

I feel the same way about some people! Great Write!

[Matching Socks]

S**t...
That was good.

Disturbing, a little bit, I felt this way once upon a time about a guy.
It didn't turn out well. I woke up, smelled the roses.

But it's crazy that you can love someone that much.