I Now Present My Pome (You Cannot Stop Me)

[wulfboy.livejournal.com]

Love Letter

I hate you.

That look you get, you know the one,
It makes me clench my fists, think about bruises,
Consider the cost worth the purchase.

I'd as soon be smacked in the face
As listen to your laugh, that primate gurgle
Jerks the muscle in my jaw and dries my throat.

I despise your obsessions; you are trivial,
Enraptured by the bland mannequin drool
Perpetrated in square and circle.

I Loathe your family, your friends, your clothes,
Your taste in music; in all things my regard for you
Grows smaller with each passing, begrudging breath.

My life would be empty without you.