Hubris

I used to be yours.

I was about to give it all I got.

I wanted to love your skin

then your mouth spewed that draconian words came out.

Oh such a lovely sweet adorable curves of yours.

Then your eyes tingle as I came in your hands.

You still hate me all.

I love that.

As a team we would burn the town,

as lovers we burn the night,

as friends we walked the mile.

I knew not in my heart. . .

not in my soul. . .

not in my life. . .

When we said I do,

in such manner.

I loved the feeling.

Years wane into a submission of

mundane love of the routine we call our own.

As water dissipates into the air,

I wanted none of erosion,

thus leaving me dry and bare.

Must I go into my childish infidelity and divorced life and give in,

or do I continue to hate a insufferable and tragic mouth.

Please. . .

Hate me,

Please. . .

loathe me,

Please. . .

give in to your confusion.

So I know how to love you more.