I Hate Her I Hate Her I Hate Her, I Love Her I Love Her I Love Her.

i think she caused my
writer's block
because i don't know how
to words or even form
sentences coherent
because i see her face
and hear her voice
and there she is
and here i am
except
i'm hardly
there

and i can hardly tell
if i'm in love with her
or if i think she's
the God-damned antichrist
put on earth for Jesus's second coming
but got distracted
by making me cum instead

she's an angel with putrid wings
that she picked up
from the dumpster
of the 99 cent store
where we once bought
little plastic rings
to wear as necklaces
close to our hearts
as promises to one another

i think she bought her heart
from that same dollar store
because it winds up and plays
like a music box
but constantly fidgets
and spurts
and stops
and squeaks
so that the song i used to hear
the melody i once adored
is now warped and misshapen
a siren's song
turned banshee cry
to warn me
of my own demise

i hate her
i hate her
i hate her
i hate her

i love her
i love her
i love her
i love her

i think she sings like angels cry
and sits out back on the veranda
with monkey smiles and elephant tears
and the unwavering smell of denial
she bruises me
from my egghshell to my ego
she claims she wants to
get by on her back
but in order to make
a real
human
connection
you must be willing to be
a human
right?

i think she cries like devils sing
like snakes whispers among figs
like the smallest baby
in a church
who's heard across the choir room
and one can either
swat the sound away
like a buzzing fly
or frown
and wonder why
she's so upset

i hate her
i hate her so much it
burns me in my core
and i just can't
shake her
but i love her
i'm above her
i know i deserve better
but i just want to get her wetter
and i'm a sucker
and a hedonist
and nothing beats
the way my name tastes
coming off her lips
drenched in sour apple lip gloss
that she no doubt got
from that damn dollar store
where i think her soul
is still sitting on a shelf
among the knick knacks
maybe somewhere between
a snowglobe and a clock

i hate her
i hate her
i hate her
i hate her i hate her i hate her
ihateherihateherihateher
i love her
i love her
i love her
i love her i love her i love her
iloveheriloveheriloveher

i want her so much it's become
a basic human need
and i must feed
for she isn't human
and i am ill-equipped
to fight a feeling
so horribly divine.