I hate you.

But not because you killed my family, murdered my dog or raped my sister.

Because some jigsaws just don't fit correctly,

until turned around.

Till then, some things are just irksome

and I let the sun set on my irritation and anger.

And then I hurt you, say I hate you, even though, you know that I actually don't.

We have a beautiful thing that we have to keep making together.