How can I hate you?

Eerily enough,his love story 

became his villain origin,

See am an antagonist too,

utterly sick in the head 

I promise.

I have had the

fictional phases.

Criminals,Psychopaths,Red flags

Trust me you are the worst.

They love,

they raise hell,

they burn in hell,

They burn pandemoniums too.

Bravo ! You burned me.

you are a villian

so am I 

we oscillate in our resentment

and call it love;

our paradox stationary.

you being the sly fox 

and me being the bitch

in the hoard of mice.

it'll be a pretty scene:

me sliding the

feather sharp knife

across your teeny tiny

fragile vein

but you-

you

will dive right in 

with your fangs 

on my jugular and

draw out the crimson.

Am not being petty.

Your business lurks in 

the pity party of others,

and mine in my misery.

You are indeed the deer

and am the stray hunting alone,

My canines might 

tear you apart,

I can't hurt you,

I won't hurt you,

but you can't be 

the victim either,

you have

massive antlers.

You can make me bleed 

tear me apart,

just equally too

my droopy lids,

and my shudderings,

your skin crawling

touches,

my denials,

the hurt in your eyes.

It's equal.

equal hurt 

equal pain

equally biled throats.

The spine chilling 

smile of yours

My hollow threats 

and my hollow tears, 

My vulnerability is a "crybaby".

Your vulnerability's "insecurity"

I hear you crush 

that caramel candy 

in your mouth 

over the phone calls 

and I know it

all too well.

You wanna 

crush my head in

dissimilar ways.

I feel the mint candy too. 

Spreading the cold 

in my mouth 

numbing my buds stiff.

how many days 

till the dead end?

Or perhaps the end

beyond ?

how much death is

in a drop of venom?

Is it enough to

make our heavens

different? 

Or does our hell 

look the same too?

[written in the phases of my misery. Hate is a big word,so a small poem for you]

©Jessica