HATE ME, JUST HATE ME TO THE END
DISDAIN THE CURSED LETTERS OF MY NAME
ON THE LIST OF AN AVERTING GAME
WEAR ME LIKE A LATHERY SOAP CUBE
ROMPING WITH THE BUBBLES ALL AROUND
AGAIN RACE FOR A NEW ALKALINE FLAME
GOT AN IDEA TO SAVOUR A TINGE AFRESH???
STING MY SKIN WITH THE FLARING BRUTAL TATTOOS
CORONATE THE TIARA OF DISTRUST ON MY CREST
EMBED A CACTUS ON MY EXPECTATIONS DESSICATED
CHERISH TO LACRIMYSE MY EYE GLANDS BLASPHEMED
RELISH THE UNTIMED HARVESTS OF THE SALINE PEARLS
STILL MY HEART SATURATES FOR YOUR GRATITUDE
MAKES ME YELL WITH UNBOUND ATONEMENTS
TELLS ME THAT I HAVE MADE IT AGAIN
THAT I HAVE RETAINED MY TREASURED HUMAN TRAILS...
Love and hate are distinct rather than opposed experiences: they are similar in certain aspects and dissimilar in others. In light of the complex nature of love and hate, it is plausible that when people describe their relationship as a love-hate relationship, they may be referring to different features of each experience.
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