I hate you for the pain I feel,

For tears you shed against my soul.

I hate you for endearment that I face

When face to face with you I dive into my fears.

And in the years of hardship, I despise

Your presence' comfort as it does exist:

Alone within my being, and my heart.

I hate you for entrusting me this

Doubt free emotion that doth plague my soul,

And so returns in greater trust of all

That in my mind... I trust you not at all.

I hate the understanding that we share:

Companionship does preclude our song.

I hate the sights you see within my heart

And in your sight I love them all the more.

Despise I, when you hear how my dreams call

For you to dream what others dare not share.

And fear you I, when I am most of all,

In love with you and all that you stand by.

I hurt when spoken to, in anger and in lust,

Or when in silence I remain apart

From you, your hate and love of me

And my return, for I do live in you,

And die each time we part.