I hate you, when you don't see me
when you consume me, when I don't believe you
I hate you when in a heartbeat you take your distance
and I find myself alone
I hate you, without reticence, without resistence
with a sense of giving up
This is my hate
a personal thing, not a topic to discuss
this is my hate
nothing special about it, nothing sensual about it
it doesn't make you feel bad, it's just pure hate
and it vibrates in my hands, it burns if you leave me
but it breaks (my heart) if you stay
I hate you, when you don't wake up
when you hit me and I am defenceless
I hate you, salt on the sore
of my resentful feeling
I hate you, it's an act of consistency
my stronghold, my toughness.