thus all my hate is love

This is the next one from my collection of...well you can call it ''love poetry''. It is the biggest one yet. I hope you like it and to some extent see yourselves through it.

-thus all my hate is love-

I hate your eyes, though 

I don't regret the tears and the creases 

that form in my face,

as that blue looks at me 

through fiction's view and not only,

through the world's hungry and helpless,

you plead me and the blue darkens

I want to drown

before I prove myself useless 

in the pursuit of help and happiness

I hate your lips for they are

something less than gentle ghosts

when they touch mine so absentmindedly 

There's something less than a substance 

of your hot breath 

as it meets delicately 

my always cool and lonely neck

You tease me hard to find you 

I hate your fingers

Ten long digits of emotion indication,

of loving and affection 

Sometimes the sign of a savage nature or 

the deep need for comprehension  

Sometimes the ones I want inside 

or tangled in my hair, 

to make me feel the bliss of fullness

or the exposure of my weakness 

I hate your voice because now 

I want to burn cities with my own 

Once, I spoke from the book 

and everyone agreed, yet now

I want to speak loud and clear 

from my heart 

Inject my lungs with love and war and sickness

and then throw up my words

like waterfalls 

All because you drugged me with

those raspy chords of yours 

I hate your heart for 

it can kill all the heartless ones

In an instant, you ripped out my own

and showed it to me 

and suddenly, I saw my faults and ugliness 

written in the flesh and

sang by Furies with red faces 

But it's still in your hands 

You didn't put it back

and now I run with all my might

to catch it

I hate your smile as well

For it makes me smile too

and in that moment,

all the world can see it

My guard can be demolished and 

my mask can be contorted and 

my body can be ravaged by men who

see the meat out of a woman

I feel exposed but you taught me 

to defend what's precious

And when I find you

I'll give me to you, if you smile once more,

this time for me

I hate your body,that you should know

for it visits me in my slumber,

shifts the weight in my bed and

touches mine with pressure so sweet

Chest to chest and fingers intertwined 

we row and push 

towards that little Victorian death

Our voices are one moan and

our tongues are one soldier and 

our bodies one ship, until I wake up
and clutch my pillow tight, crying

and needing 

what you forced into my dreams

And lastly, I hate your mind 

with a hate that's like frustrated fire

You opened a door I thought I had locked

and made me jump in dreams long gone

Intelligence and power and soft kindness,

-all safely tucked within your brain-,

made mine tickle and 

swim in seas of ideas 

as dark as blood and

as white as the sharks, 

you and me both fear

I hate you for all these, and

thus all my hate is love...

Author's Note

Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. I had started writing another poem but out of it sprang this one so I stuck with it. I think you could call it prose poetry too, because if we take into consideration the rules of poetic structure we can see that I have used none. Tell me what you think. Leave a review or a simple comment telling me how you felt while reading it or what pictures came to your mind. Thank you once more for reading my stuff.