Anaphora of Hate
I hate every moment of the day,
When I can’t even glance at him.
I hate every feeling I have,
When I miss him terribly.
I hate it when I worry too much,
When I can see that he’s fine.
I hate myself,
When I can’t understand this feeling.
I hate him when he looks at her,
Why does he not notice me?
I hate him when he laughs at her jokes,
Why doesn’t he even smile at me?
I hate him when he talks to her,
Why won’t he say hi to me?
I hate myself,
Why can’t I explain what I feel?
I hate it when I’m alone,
I always think of him.
I hate it when we are talking,
I jabber nonsense words.
I hate it when I’m close to him
I feel my knees getting weak.
I hate myself,
I am losing my rationality.
I hate realizing that I’m in love,
Because I can’t come close to him.
I hate that I am a woman,
Because I am just suppose to wait.
I hate to love him,
Because I know he is not good for me.
I hate myself,
Because no matter what, I do love him.
