I hate her, I hate her and the feeling I get when I hurt her as if I kicked a small puppy helpless and begging with a smile on its lips.

I hate how she pulls and tugs on my hair until little pieces come off falling into her hands with a whisper 'I'm cutting your hair without the scissors, how smart am I?'

Sometimes I hate to say hate, a word overused and most of the time untrue by the user, 'I hate you, no wait I didn't mean it!'

I find with a smile that I mean it when I push her to the ground with hate in my words and watch her pick herself up again and ask for more.

"I hate you, I hate you, is hate the only word you know?"

"I loathe you."