Sometimes
you're my one consolation.
But sometimes -
sometimes I hate you the most of all.

There is no burning confrontation
with you. Just a cold silence,
which makes me feel so small.

I can deal with harsh words,
but nothing at all - that hurts
like nothing else in the world.

Maybe it's because you're so dear
to me that I can hate you so much -
because when you aren't near,
and when I cannot feel your touch -

That is when I am most vulnerable, and
fall to pieces at the tap of a hand.