The Woman of Forgotten Need

For me you hate.
Hate is a nature,
A greed,
For me.
Sinfully we love,
A burden for the day.
Lost in swollen eyes,
We forget,
To listen,
To say.
I have grown past my want,
For forgotten memories lie.
About the hate we feed,
Innocence,
Greed.
In my heart, a farmiliar friend,
That swollen eyes miss to see.
What you don’t see or miss,
Is the greed in the nature you hate.
For me you hate.