Hate me

I want your passion.

I want to be felt through

and through the very 

fibers of your being.

I want what you can't-

no, won't-

give me.

I want the power of

the feeling as it

rushes into your face;

as it chills your bones.

I want this deep-seeded

passion that you withhold

from my eyes.

It is not your joy,

your love,

your admiration,

or your romance I claim.

No... far from that.

I want your loathing.

I want your pain.

I want the only passion

you allow yourself

to give.

Hate me.

With every ounce of 

your strength,

hate me.

With every breath,

every thought of me,

every time you 

picture my face,

hate me.

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[R.Inc$]

....... hate you everything, be careful what you ask for
(smile and a wink)