So you ask me why I hate you
And all I can muster is "because"
You ask me because why
And I tell you "because I don't"
Well you don't what
"I don't hate you and that makes me hate you"
And we stand, in stunned silence
Staring back and forth
Forming a portal between the reflections of our eyes
Endless realities dancing in glass and sand
For you to draw a deep breath and say
But if you don't hate me then how can you hate me
And I say "You're missing the point"
Hate is such a strong word
I've watched it tear kingdoms to pieces
Extract beating hearts from caves with bare, unclean hands
I've seen it spread out like a wildfire and consume everything in it's path
Except the flames atop candles
Which only burn to join it in its violence
And I know what true strength is
Because I have held that fire in my arms as it wept
I have fed those flames when they starved
I have given that fire nearly everything I had for it to burn
And STILL it wanted more than I would give
Still it begged me for fuel
I say that I hate you because I cannot hate you
Because I know of only one other word that holds within it
The same strength as hate and that is
And surely I cannot say I love you, can I?