by Jovana Von Kolb

Created on: August 08, 2009

(Hate is My Father )

Hate is what I feel for you.

Or is it too strong of a word?

You may think so, but I think it's perfect.

When I think of you, I lose my mind.

I feel this heat crawling all over my body, from the top of my skull to the tips of my toes.

I can feel my heart racing, my blood pumping, my head throbbing with the memories of you.

You disgust me, you know that?

Of course you wouldn't, I haven't told you face to face.

Why you may ask?

Because even though I hate you, I'm afraid of you.

And being afraid of someone like you makes me hate you even more.

I hate how you never visit, and when you do there is always something you want out of it.

Like you expect to recieve a grand prize just for taking time out of your not so busy life to come see me.

Do you expect me to love you?

Do you expect me to run into your arms?

Do you expect me to miss you?

Well you know what?

I do miss you.

And missing someone like you makes me hate you even more.

I've seen other people who have someone like you, only they aren't like you.

They're so much better.

I wish you could be like them, but your not and never will be.

I'm jealous of those other people, what makes them special to have what I want and need?

Do you want to know what makes me hate you even more?

That even though I hate you so much, I love you incredibly.

Know why?

Because your the one person I really miss in my life.

I wish things could be different, wish you could still be around, wish you could realize I need you.

I hate the man, who just happens to be the man I love.

Have you guessed who yet?

No?

My father.

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