I Sure Know Poem by kente lucy

I sure know that I don’t like you
but why does my heart miss a bit
each time I see you

I sure know that i distaste you
but why do my eyes shy away from
your gaze, why can’t they consume
you with the hate I feel flowing to the
bream

I sure know that I hate you
but why does my body still yearn for you
to feel your tender touch
to feel your well built body.

Can this be hate or
love that I deny
deep inside me but yet exists?
could it be passion that is consuming
and irresistible?
I sure know that am now dreaming