The End of You
She speaks in whisps
In large thunderstorms that strike you down
How devious, dubious, desperate.
The stink of shame and self-loathing haunt the halls of your life.
"I love you," you say as I shudder with disgust.
I reply, "I loathe you."
Your delusions of love and admiration grow in synchronicity with my hate for you.
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