She told me that she thought you should be killed.
That's another.
I could make more.
But isn't the title enough?
How blatant must I make it?
How many times must I rewrite this poem,
Only changing the words
To realise it sounds the same.
Am I not capable of hate?
As much as I wish to depise
I know that it shall not be possible.
If I had the knife,
If I had anything
I wouldn't be able to.
I talk of revenge and payback
Using sweetly sorrowful words
Though when the opportunity comes
I realise I am as as weak as you
Can I get rid of these emotion?
Of love and hate?
Why plural.
For love and hate are one.
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