It is as easy
to stop loving you
as it is to cease
my normal breathing.
It's as difficult
to stop hating you
as it is to not
let myself vomit.
The ache in my bones
when I try to stop
caring about you
is anguishing.
The agony of
detesting your acts
is a bilious
burn of gastric juice.
To love you is a pain
I cannot inflict.
To hate you is a pain
I cannot resist.
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