Pendulum

The pendulum is swinging.
I hate you.
I hate your voice.
I hate your eyes.
I hate the way you ignore me.
I hate how you have taken over me.
I hate you so much
that I would miss you when you leave,
that I will cry tears of sorrow for you,
that I dream of touching you,
holding you,
that your rejection is worse than Death.
I go to sleep,
thinking of how to forget you,
thinking of how to push you out,
thinking of what I am going to do about you,
thinking of you.
I hate you so bad,
that it makes me love you.