I Hate You
But what does hate denote exactly?
You'd now best listen well,
For all I say is true;
I hate you plenty Kiku
Yes I really, really do!
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I never thought I ever could
A thousand years ago,
When you were all I want
And I was all you'd ever know.
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So why'd you have to steal my heart
And leave me far behind,
And carve a scar to last a while
Into my very spine?
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When years ago you promised that you'd forever be mine.
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So don't you run and cry to me
Because I told you so:
I hate you more than ever now
And I want you to know!
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I hate the way you look at me
And hold me captive to,
Your eyes; your lips; your begging face,
The pretty likes of you.
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And I'll just be the bumbling fool
Who walked into that wall.
If you can't be no less of you
Don't stare at me at all!
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'Cause when you do you make me feel so very. VERY small.
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B-but don't you change the subject!
My words today still stand.
I hate you plenty Kiku
That you'd better understand!
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I hate the way you smile at me
And say, "good morning, Yao.
I hope you're well and healthy",
You'd follow with a bow.
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And I'll just be the bumbling fool
Who'll stutter-splutter back.
But in my heart, I cannot help
But feel that you've attacked.
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With forces even stronger than the ones that'd nicked my back.
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And wait until you hear this one!
(Repent it when you do).
I hate, hate, HATE the fact that
All I think about is YOU.
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The image of your curves and kinks,
They haunt me every night.
There's so much lust it's not a joke
But bitter, BITTER spite.
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Because those thoughts are all that's left for me after the fight.
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You dedicated love to me
Then stomped me to the ground.
You painted me a world of joy
Then flipped it upside down.
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What did I ever do to you?
What did I ever say?
To prompt you to abandon me;
To leave me now this way.
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Confused to every feeling.
A servant to my yearning.
And shackled to a living,
Of mourning; groaning; pining.
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Because of what you did to me
I'm nothing but a nation,
Whose little more than loathing husk;
Servile abomination.
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A bumbling fool just waiting for the day of dissipation.
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And for that…
I HATE you.
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So you'd best listen well,
For all I say is true;
I HATE you plenty Kiku
Yes I really, really do!
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So don't you run and cry to me
Because I told you so:
I HATE you more than ever now
And I want you to know!
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And to this day and onwards,
These words shall always stand:
I HATE you plenty Kiku
That you'd better understand!
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…
But.
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If any nation tells you tales
About how I had cried,
The night you left me tattered;
The night I nearly died.
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If others ever snickered on
About the times I'd tried,
To see you even while at war
Despite my aching hide.
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If others ever gushed to you
That we were always tied,
By crimson threads of destiny
To never be defied.
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… You'd best ignore the things they say,
Because those nations LIED.
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And I am just a bumbling fool who can't keep it inside.
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Who can't control the words he's spewing even if he tried.
In honour of my grade-school gym teacher, who always told me that "hate, means LOVE!" when I'd told her about how much I hated this one little brat. In my defense, he used to call me "S. Memed!" whenever we passed in the playground, for one reason or another. It was about time he stopped his vile ways.
He did, but I never did got to take care of it.
-Plumeria-hi