I Love It, It Sucks

i hate you.

you ruined my life. you had the nerve to tell me, vocally, that what i believe in strays no differently than from others. i am different. and i’m proving it so.

i love you.

you’ve taught me much more than i thought was capable. i feel you vicariously, as your welcoming presence brings me the utmost sensation of joy. i need you to survive.

i hate you.

you say that a dollar costs whatever value you attribute to it; that love holds an unprecedented amount of worth when brought by an individual of care, to which i say that our love is worth nothing-

i love you.

as it cannot be measured. i am sorry for what i have explicitly stated in the past and i promise that i will always be by your side through both the thickest and thinnest troubles; i am your pejorative, as the beauty of your mind rewards me.

i hate you.

i’ve been here for an hour, awaiting your presence. yet you do not return. i am scared of the possibilities, for they are as endless as they are limited; and i am scared of the unknown. to me, you are as unknown as the minuscule freckle on my lower back.

i love you

because although you are obscure, you are all that i know.

with hatred,

your lover.