oh it is so easy to hate,
hatred comes so easily after love.
it is easy to loathe your words, your face,
and all the slippery ways you commanded my heart.
it is easy to hate.

i have loved you, hugely, anciently,
i have loved your voice and your body and your family
and all the components of your life.
i have loved you better than the sunshine loves the earth.
i have rotated around you, evolved for you,
orbited around your changing needs.
i have loved you in all your seasons.

and it is easy to hate you now,
easy to assume that i know who you are.
easy to assign blame to someone who is absent.
it is easy to hate your logic and your fake reasoning,
easier still to hate the calm you present now.
it is easy to hate, such a kindred emotion to love
in strength and passion--
it is easy to hate you, and for weeks i will.