Love is Lonely

Loathe

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I hate how he makes me feel

I hate when he pushes me to hate him

To fight him

To stand my ground

I hate how he knows I’m so happy and

He ruins me with one hurtful comment

I hate that I get so mad I shake and start to cry because

He tears me apart piece by piece

He wants me to hate him

He wants to make me the bad guy

To make my hate blossom into something monstrous

Something that consumes me

Because he doesn’t want me to be happy

He wants me to suffer like he suffers

I hate how I cave in to his demands

To how I still care for him

When I know he will be the death of me