Sonnet 1
I hate you just as I hate your mother!
I loathe you as the Holy Pope loathes sin!
More deeply than one can loathe another!
Get out of my head! How did you get in?
But oh how I love you at the same time!
You matter more than the air that I breathe!
You are the reason that I make words rhyme!
It does not matter that you make me seethe!
I will care as long as the Sun will rise.
Hate you as I do leggings on fat girls!
You embody everything I despise.
Thinking about you too long makes me hurl!
Yet each and every time that your head rears,
I love to see you looking in mirrors.
Copyright © Aubrey Hayes | Year Posted 2015
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