I Love. I Hate.

a poem

i love the way you hold my body closely to yours as your whisper in my ear: i’ve missed you, baby

i hate the way you look down to the floor as you tell me you’ll be mine (maybe)

i love the way you stare deeply into my soul as i tell you my joyful passions

i hate the way you ignore me for days on end – in your life, these are the new fashions