The Reason Why I Can't Love You



My Love for You 


I hate you.

 

I hate you so effortlessly.

I hate your smile.
I hate the way you look at me.


At my eyes,
you're a serial killer. 
You're My serial killer.

At my eyes, 
you killed me.

 

A hundreds of times.
Over, and over, 
and over again.


That is how I see you.

So I hate you.


Because, is the easiest thing I can do.
You made me hate you, 

 

You rejected my love.
So now I hate you.

With every little particle,
and fibre that, resides in me.
In my Spiritual and Physical Bodies.


I hate you.

Because..
Since I started hating you.
You saw me.
For the first time.

It was the only time you understood my feelings. 

It was the only time you saw something in me, that reminded you of you. 

 

Hatred.


However, hating you.

Destroyed the part of me that, 
 wanted to love you.

And I hate you for that.


I hate you.

I hate you.

I hate you.


And I’ll hate you.


So that you will love me but, 
not experience me.

You took my love away from me.
And I, shall take your love away from you.

 

 
My Other Half.

 

My Thorn. 
My Plague.
My Scar..  

 

My Murderer.

 

 

 


Location: Italy

Comments

  1. SomethinglikethatSeptember 24, 2025 at 8:25 AM

    I read it totally , Karma is very cruel . May Time heals every wounds .

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