Beauty.

I loathe when I hear you.
My mind is infected with you.
Get out, get out, get out!
What is your secret power?
I want to have you,
Yet I hate you;
With my every breath.
You, lonely child, pretending..?
Or are you –
What you are?

Emotion courses through my youth.
I loathe when I hear you.
I am lonely
But I don’t want you.