I Hate You

I can spell your name out in the titles of all songs I skip on my radio and smell your perfume in the pollution of this damn city. The reminders do nothing but give me a violent urge to destroy this decaying body just so I can kill what is left of you in me.

I hate you with every fiber of my bitter heart. I hate you to a point of exhaustion, right on the verge of drowning, where arms stop reaching on their own accord and eyes refuse to close out the shore. I hate you so much, it's a vile taste in my mouth and an aching in my bones.

You're nothing but poison in my veins and blades on my wrists and breaks on my ribcage. You're the cancer in my pancreas, the virus in my stomach, the water in my lungs. You're a deadly, good for nothing, atrocious sickness that destroys my very core and cripples my sense of reason.

I hate you with the bleeding in my throat from all the times I've screamed out your name in all my nightmares. I hate you with the tracks of my infected veins from all the injections of your lies and your fake words and your dilemmas. I hate you with all the missing nails from the times I've tried to crawl myself out of this hell that is still loving you long after you've destroyed me.