Hate Me

Hate Me

Hate me!
If that's the only way to get over me,
Take it!
Don't look back!
Because if you do,
You'll see me.
I'll still be standing here.
Too sure to move on.
So you have too.
We both know the deal
And you picked the best option,
On our once abundant table of choices.
Now, dusty and bleak, it erodes in the dark.
As did our other decisions.
I'm tired of always breaking your heart-
With loving words of sincerity;
With raw feelings unmatched by any other;
With the given sensations that seemed nothing but ethereal.
All misconstrued by your insecurities.
And my ego,
My ego never stays idle
When you come to me on your terms.
There's only but so much time
That my mind has,
Before it no longer enshrines
And wonders of your past.
It happened so many times before.
Leaving us oso sad.
Like you once had writ above your wrist.
I'm beginning to envision the "oso"
Invisibly dripping like a slit.
Yet, I keep still
Seeming as if I'm waiting for your return.
But I'm not.
Really, I'm not.
I'm just keeping that part of me alive.
Intricately, I keep record of my growth,
Through you.
Naturally allowing a bed for you,
Whenever you do,
Make your way, and
Come back.
So what do we do,
With these irregulars cycles of tainted love?
I want you to be happy
And there isn't much I can do-
I'm stuck in my ways.
But you figured it out-
Or, suitably put,
You figured a way out.
In order to move on
And not fall again,
And again..
You have to hate me!
More than you ever loved me!
Hate me baby.
Hate me!

~Brennan Brenoso

"PoetsTruMental"