Hate

Hate?
Hate.
What is the definition of
Hate?
Hate:
To dislike intensely or passionately.
To feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward.
To detest; is that your definition of
Hate?
No.
You do not know
Hate.
You do not know what
Hate is.
Hate is
All the lies you’ve told me.
Hate is
All the times you’ve left me.
Hate is
All the love you promised me.
All the tears I’ve cried.
All the heartache I’ve withstood.
All the pain I took.
All the cold nights I spent alone.
Every word you’ve said.
Every lie you’ve told.
All the kisses I never got.
All the events I missed.
All the friends I’ve lost.
All the memories I’ve forgotten.
Every plea for removal.
Every tear I’ve tasted
As it left my eye
Rolled down my cheek
And landed on my lips.
My dry, cracked lips.
Stained red with blood
From extraneous
Biting and peeling and
Biting and peeling and
Biting and peeling and
Biting and peeling and
Biting and peeling.
Tear after tear.
Lie after lie.
Denial followed by denial.
Fear.
Anger.
Confusion.
Hate.
You do not know
Hate.
You do not know what
Hate is.
Hate is
All the lies I’ve told you.
Hate is
All the times I’ve left you.
Hate is
All the love I promised you
And all the love you’ll ever get.
Hate is
Every word I write.
Out of anger.
Out of spite.
Out of confusion.
Every night.
Echo after echo.
Sigh after sigh.
Tear after tear
‘Til there’s no more tears to cry
Your words of hate:
“I will never accept it.”
“I will never accept it.”
“I will never accept it.”
“I will never accept you.”
Hate.
Do I detest?
No.
I love the echoes.
I love those words.
I love waking up to your disgusted face.
I love the scars on my arms and legs.
I love the names you’ve given me.
I love these walls of confinement.
I love my suffocating room.
I love this house of madness.
Hate.
Hate is
All you’ve left me.
Hate is
My only friend.
Hate is
The only thing standing between you and
My future.
And hate
Occupies a very large space.
Though, love,
Love
Occupies a much larger space.
Love is
The only thing standing between me and
The door.
Love keeps me here:
Within these walls of confinement.
Love keeps me here:
In my suffocating room.
Love keeps me here:
In this house of madness wherein
Hate
Occupies a very large space.
Hate.
Hate is
My inspiration.
Hate is
My motivation.
Hate is
My only friend.
Hate is
The only thing standing between you and
Me.

Comments

Novalux

Like the arrangement of the poem, its unique. Really wondering what a readout would sound like. Two tone shifts (everthing I've done, Love) that I can see.

Mainly repeats information unecessarily, its pretty much everywhere. Two stood out to me:

all the events i've missed, events sounds strange

one (or two) too many biting and peeling and I will never accept (looses its effect) 

I couldnt really find any specific examples because it's things like "out of anger, spite confusion" that could work either way, and are part of the style of the poem. Might want to consider making it more concise is all I can say.

 

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