No, I’m not telling it right.
I’s like…
It’s like this:
You know how love and hate are really close?
Kissing cousin close?
Coin flippingly close?
It’s like all of the rage, emotion
and passion can’t easily be defined by just one feeling.
It’s like love and hate
are practically the same.

It’s like that for us.
We fight.
We argue
and I harangue you
all the fucking time
about the littlest things.
It seems like
there is nothing but anger
and frustration between us
and I’m beginning to think
it’s because I haven’t been honest
with either of us.

So wee goes:
I love hating you
and I swear,
if you let me,
I will continue fighting
until the very end
– hopefully tomorrow.