Haylee Caserta
I would prefer it if you hated me
so that I’d have something to prove to you.
Your indifference burns a thousand suns more
than any fire of repugnance.
Your small-talk and polite smiles
twist acid-doused knives deep into my guts.
Hate me! Loathe me! Abhor my stinking rotten spirit!
Wish death upon me!
Bear I'll will upon my lineage, my confounded bloodline—
Poison my wine
and seek your most passionate vengeance!
Hate me, I beg—
as deeply and as scornfully
as I adore you.
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