Funeral

Hate

Funeral


OK, how I hate you
For making me want you so
How I hate myself
For being so weak

How I hate your tempting glances
Or worse yet; your ignorance
How I hale my effort

How I hate what you bring out in me
And your effortless magnetism
How I hate the things I do for you
To wake your desire

How I hate the all devouring
Solitude that your smile transposes
How I hate the fact
You could have whom ever you want
How I hate the way
You make me wish i was among those

How I hate your exquisite taste
Your sleekness and grace
How I hate my lack thereof
And the longing to match you

How I hate you stir in me
I'd die for you, you know
How I hate the irony
Insane that this is love