The Hate I Hold

The hate I hold is a new creature to me

One who’s barely opened her eyes

Still cowering in her mother’s breast

It’s an unfamiliar constant medallion

Hanging down over my chest

Masking the hole where my love for you once lived

This newborn hate has tainted me

And yet I will nurture it

I will water it daily

Patiently waiting for the day its sprouting stem

Unfurls thousands of golden leaves

And a trunk mightier than any axe could fell

This hate is now my constant companion

Closer to me than even you had explored

She wears your face

Has your same dimpled smile

And because of that

I will love this hate

I will love this hate because it is the last piece of you I will ever hold