"Loving Hate" - The Stoem (story-poem)

Love and Hate are strange and powerful things
Couples show their love by their wedding rings,
Rivals hate by their constant bickerings,
The mockingbird knows love by songs it sings.

There was a girl who loved someone dearly
Signs of her love she tried to make clearly
But her efforts amounted to merely
A Valentine’s Day card, given yearly.

She’d known all along it wasn’t enough –
So she had to resort to being rough.
She tried to pretend she was someone tough,
Until one day she came down with a cough.

This girl spent her time finding other ways
To tell them she thought of them on most days.
She needed to say they were her sun’s rays
And set to work then – she hated delays.

She thought and she thought, her mind formed a plan
“I’ll make myself as hateful as I can!”
And so for the one whom she was a fan
She cut her own wrists, the blood from her ran.

The one she had loved one day found a note
A message of love and of hate they wrote
“From you I made myself most remote
For you are the one on whom I most dote.

I had been monstrous and kept you apart
For wounds you make are like boards of a dart.
And still I have loved you, finding the art
Of leaving you without breaking your heart.”