I Love You

Love
it’s just a four letter word for how much I Hate you

with your disgustingly soft skin
your hair, brown like rotted tree bark
and your eyes its dirt stained cousins

I’m sick of the way you’re always grinning
smiling at the crappy jokes I wipe my ass on
following every sentence with that stupid giggle

the taste of your pine flavored breath gags my lungs
your sight alone punches me in the kidney
and a single waft from that engaging perfume is all I need to slip into a deadly coma

your tongue’s too wet

your hair’s too soft

I hope you know I ralphed my colon the last time your supple lips touched mine

I hate the feelings you give me as much as

I hate a flock of birds gathering on a cool autumn day, when every tree no longer conforms breaking off into beauty, and the animals collect nature’s garbage recycling in their own way. I hate you almost as I hate the early crimson sunset mixing with the velvety sun, the trees that bend with the breeze, and the grass that sways along. I hate you like a juniper hates the cold and a bird hates the juniper berries. Like the bee hates the flower and the flower hates it back

I wish I could tell you how much I Hate you,

But

It’s so much easier just to tell you, “I Love You”