The spark of hate

We kindle

Still burns in me.

Long after

My love has died

My loathing remains.

I see it in

Your eyes

When we meet.

I cannot explain

Why I am so reluctant

To extinguish it.

It is the only

Warmth I have

Now that my fire has gone out.

Why must hate endure past love?

It is as useless,

And much less enjoyable.

I might give it up.

Only I am beginning to fear

That it is not hate I feel for you.

As long as I live,

I will swear

That it is hate which burns in my heart.

To call it another emotion

Would be to destroy

Everything I believe in.

I cannot handle

Another destruction

This soon.

I won’t make your acquaintance.

I will only listen to your words

And overlook the fact that you spoke to me.

I must believe in hate.

There is nothing

More I need.

All this you will never know

For I lock it in the dustiest part of my mind,

And demolish the key.

These foolish thoughts will soon be forgotten to me,

Or else destroyed

By you.