Oh Sweet Odium Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

I wished you all sorts of diseases,
I wished you all kinds of sicknesses.
The ones you feared the most,
How much I enjoyed wishing you those.

I swore you for every single moment,
For every single minute, you were,
And still had to be.

I cursed you until my mouth ran dry,
Until my lips became reluctant,
And my voice could bear such hate no more.

I cursed you strong, vigorous, and vehemently.
Until I discerned,
That you, were your own curse.
And that that, was sufficient already.