My feelings towards her
were always so clear.
It was love at first sight.
I worshiped the ground she walked on.
I adored her little habits.
The way she constantly needed me
was so endearing.
Something happened between us.
A seed had been planted.
Then the love faded to like.
I still found her habits cute.
It was still nice that she always needed me.
Then the like somehow changed.
It was now indifference.
I stopped noticing her habits.
I didn’t care that she needed me.
The indifference didn’t last long.
It became a slight dislike.
Her habits became annoying.
She needed me a little too much.
The dislike grew stronger.
The habits I once adored
I now found aggravating.
She gave me no space
or time to myself.
My dislike continued to evolve.
Her habits constantly made mad.
I had no room to breathe.
My feelings were so strong.
I couldn’t stand her habits.
She was suffocating me.
The seed which was planted
in my love for her had grown.
It had become Hate.



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