I hate you for
All the men I must put between us.

I love you for the belonging we had
To the rebellion.

I hate you for the way the world smells like you.

I love you for leaving me
with myself inside of all these colors that I can no longer feel...
dimensions all blurry and meaningless.

I hate you. How many eons until I do not think that I love you?

   I never heard you as much as I wanted to be heard.

Even today I am a little girl screaming on the floor. And so it goes.