Frustrations of Hate- Yes, another damn Poem

[ofmorpheus]

You are still here,
burning into me, with hate.

But my love--infatuation is like a tumor
eating up my soul.

You act like I am a serpent ready to strike,
But deep down you know that's not what I am like.

I should run when I see you,
but you know I can't
I've given you my soul
Nothing left to owe

It all still stinks of my effects gone rotten.