"cubist eye", digital photography, 2002

Bad Poetry

I hate you for your tender words
I hate to hear you care
I hate you for your loving gaze
and the way you stroke my hair.
I hate the way you touch my cheek
I hate sweet things you do
I hate you for my fluttering heart
I hate that I love you.

You may ask why I hate so much
to feel a tender, loving touch
and why it makes me want to scream
when you treat me like a queen
truth be told I would not mind
romantic gestures of this kind
if I knew your heart was true
and you asked me to marry you.

But that is just a fantasy
we know the reason why
no matter what you mean to me
you will always make me cry
for all the love inside your heart
we cannot make a life
I hate you together, I hate you apart
blame your stupid wife.