Confusion

The great love that I express for you is, fake and I find my hate for you, growing daily the more I see you, the more I hate you I can tell you that I never, intend to love you, our past conversations has really bored me and have not impressed me to the highest standard of your character, your attitude really makes me sick and, if you and I were to get married I'd expect nothing but hate and never to experience, love and pleasure so I hope you avoid me and don't trouble yourself to respond to this poem because I don't want you to show your love and sweetness and believe me, I'm afraid that I can't be yours for the rest of my life.