A poem of shattered heart

Sorry I just hate you.
Can I just hate you?
I can hate you.

I could hate you.
I would hate you.

I should hate you.
Should I?

I ask myself to give 2982 billion concrete reasons
before I hate you
but not to hate you more

I'm hoping that I can switch the hate off
Hoping...
Another hope.

Yesterday, today and tomorrow,
I teach myself a lesson,
Never lay a hope on something you certainly can not count
Certainly shattered
Words of guaranteed

I hate you
Do you hear me?
Loud and clear.

I hate you.