I love you.
And yet with every time
the phone doesn’t ring
or you don’t answer,
I hate you.
I love you.
And yet with every time
you are not here
because you’re with someone else,
I want to hurt you
the way that you’ve hurt me.
And sometimes
when I’m hating you,
wanting to hurt you,
I wish you were here
so I could hold you once again.
© 1978
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