Love

I'm not here to write a poem about love
And you're not here to read one. 
Rather -
I'll write about hate. 
And the way it agitates and
bites and
claws and
dances and
excretes and
f***s and
gnaws and
hinders and
irks and
jars and
kills and
loves and
mirrors and
neglects and
ostracizes and
parades and
quits and
rages and
secretes and
tattles and
uses and
verifies and
wakens and
xeroxes and
yodels and zips s**t up