my ink-stained reverie

Love and hate are not opposites

(not even close)

Because lover,

                          Oh,

                                  Lover- 

                                  The hatred I feel for you,

                                  It intertwines with the love. 

                                  They twist around each other

                                  Like a vine choking the trunk of a tree.

                                  They burn twin flames,

                                  Lit by the fuel that was your reckless abandon,

                                  The way you spoke like you sang

                                  And how you carried on in the manner of a gusty wind. 

                                 Lover, 

                          Oh, 

           Lover-

           My love-sickness is chronic,

          As everlasting as that scar above your cheek. 

          And I’m devoted to hating you just as much as I am to loving you.

          Because you’re out there, enjoying your revelry. 

          While I sit here, lost in my ink-stained reverie

          Lover,

                      Oh, 

                              Lover- 

                              I wish you felt either for me. 

                              I’d take the hatred, I really would.

                              Anything would be better than your indifference 

                              Smooth and dull as cold marble.