Hate Loves Me
by Rachel Hoyt
image by ntwowe via freedigitalphotos.net
How can hate love me? Let me shout the ways.
It loves me with its digs and blows and spite -
Fire my soul needs to achieve new heights,
for the roots of great with optimal grace.
Hate loves me for accepting everyday's
imbalance, the dark that tries to squash light.
Hate loves me rashly, as men show their might.
Hate loves me brashly, as they transpose praise.
Hate loves me with a passion rarely used,
on my high horse, and with heartfelt faith.
Hate loves me with a love I tried to lose
with my breakups - Hate loves me just the same,
Then, now, and forever! - and, if fate choose,
hate's love shall help propel me into fame.
Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
This poem is dedicated to one hateful edhat user
who helps fuel my purpose by calling me a loser.
I find that I can't avoid negative criticism
and I must handle it with pure optimism.