Hatred of Love

I am repulsed by his obscure taste in music, Even his chauvinism of the female gender. I loathe the obscene sexual statements, Along with his entire demeanor. I can't stand his dry joking nature, Topped witha an arrogant, course laugh. I detest the fact he thinks he’s so smart, Endlessly bragging about his A in Math. I dread the stab he brings my swollen heart, When he spits remarks that would sting any bee. I can’t bear when he knows he's in the wrong, Then gives the look he always gives me. I hate when he’s away, I hate when I’m near him. I don't like his hair grown out, Or even when he gets a trim. It disgusts me the way he Eats, Drinks, Or Breathes. Repulsing me with his Eyes, Teeth, Mouth, And Nose. I hate him all just the same, From his head down to his toes. I even hate the fact I hate him. My repugnance no one will ever know. My abomination for him makes no sense, For I really, truly love him so.