I hate you
how am I
to come up with anything new
when i have just one phrase on repeat
I hate you
how am I
to become anything better
when I have nothing else to do
but keep thinking of you
and I am still so
obsessed with you
with hating you
that I can do nothing else
but sit in my gloom
consumed
by all the rage
I can contain
without ripping the flesh from my bones
spilling my blood at your feet
watching your face drain
your blood mixing with mine
on the cold concrete
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