Hate Me

The following poem is from the section, "Secrets" of She Wanted A Love Poem, a collection of poems.




Hate Me

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"Can you hear me?"

I could hear him

As I sat on the other

Side of the locked door.

My back on said door

As I waited for him

To do or say something.

"I can hear you breathing

So I'm sure you can hear me."

"Then speak your mind

And be on your way."

I spat, hoping my bitterness

Will quicken his pace.

"I know you love me..."

"I do not!"

I interrupted.

"It saddens me that

You lie so quickly,

So easily and yet

I still love you,"

He continued.

"Is that it?"

I queried, hoping

That that was all

He had to say.

"Woman, why do you

Test me so?

I love you!"

He sighed and

I came close to crying.

"You've said your piece,

Now be on your way."

I say quickly for fear

Of a toad jumping

In my throat and

Croaking.

As I listened to

His retreating footsteps,

I sank down to

The floor and curled up

Into a fetal position.

I loved him but

I wanted him to hate me,

Hate me now instead

Of later when......

No, he will never

Know the truth.

Hours passed before

I got up from the floor.

Morning had come and

With it came morning sickness.

No, he will never know

That for a short while

I carried his baby

And what I was about

To do this new day

Is reason enough for

Him to hate me.

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