I hate the feeling of love

I hate how it grows over time

but still makes me feel like a child

I hate the smell of roses

I hate how their thorns remind me to stay inviting

but always keep my guard up

I hate the sight of the moon

I hate how it rises up at the end of each day

reminding me to pick myself up after every end

I hate the touch of rain

I hate how it can easily overshadow

the tears pouring my heart out

I hate the taste of ice cream

I hate how it can be so cold

and yet perceived to be so sweet

I hate poetry

I hate how it makes my heart squirm out words

that deserve a scream of silence