Spiteful Lust Poem by Simply Ruby

I hate you
I hate the fact that you keep coming back over and over never giving me the chance to ever get over you. I hate that your sweet lies still bring a certain happiness to my heart. I hate that i can't wait for us to meet again no matter how much time has passed. I hate that you're not honest and insist on keeping up the lies.

I hate me
I hate that i keep going back to you over and over without a second thought. I hate that i promise myself i won't fall again only to leap out fully knowing you'll never be there to catch me. I hate that i know you lie but i love to hear you say them. I hate that i keep lying to myself saying it's not really you i miss but really I'm as bad at lies as you are.

I hate this.
Whatever it is. Because i ask and you don't know and neither do i. It's lust, it's passion, it's the exhilarating sensation of tasting what it's forbidden. It's bliss. Complete and utter bliss wrapped in nothingness and loneliness. It's days, and weeks of wondering and hoping it there to be more. Always more. Because i always leave wanting more.

I hate us.
Because there isn't an us to hate. I hate you for having this ridiculous unexplained hold on me that i can't even understand myself. I hate me for becoming what i always detested. For i know I'm hurting another but not being able to resist it. For allowing you to dig your way so deep into me. I hate you, i hate me, i hate us.

Can i ever let it die and let both of us go?