I Love

I love.

I love you so much
That I hate you-
You, who have stolen
The peace from my heart.
I will never be sane again.

I hate.

I hate two things
About you:
Nothing and Everything.
This insanely flawed perfection
Is driving me mad.

I want.

I want distance
From this love-
That makes living
So, very good.
A median to this desire.

I dread.

I dread drowning myself
In this joy.
Soaking in every drop
Of this happiness
That cannot last.

February 14, 2008