Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

To the One(s) I Most Love to Hate

i have come to a conclusion which i am forced to state,
i am the person i most love to hate.

my phobias are a vain attempt to disassociate
from my own inner demons which constantly frustrate
my attempts to compassionately relate
to my own brokeness and to the one(s) i most love to hate.

outside on the street i hear the snow plow grate.
oh for such a blade my frozen heart to disintegrate
until all i am wont to do is emulate
a love that loves me into loving the one(s) i most love to hate.