the work it takes to hate
is an effort I cannot bear
the weight of it is too great
a lonely journey
along a path one cannot share
to take a scalpel
and surgically remove
every good thing
leaving only the cancer
will kill a person in the end
like carving out pieces of brain
to forget the best days
as if they never happened
an oddly hopeful lobotomy
leaving one cold and senseless in the end