A Beautiful Hatred

As I glare into your eyes

I see the beauteous depth of my distaste for you, my love.

I stare at your smile

And I fall back in love.

Then, I attempt to kiss your loathsome lips

But I find they disgust me so.

They’re simply the method you use to tell me more lies.

I see your mannerisms, those things you do

And I remark at the many ways you cause me to fall deeper in love.

At the same time, I foam

At the mouth,

Become enraged

From all the things you seem to do.

I’ve just decided

Made the conclusion

That this romance we’ve had

Has always been just an illusion.