poem13

Love is poison...
   Friendship ain't much better.
With my former lovers
   And a few
       Current friends,
I got no need for enemies.
But an enemy at this point
    would be desirable
        to a friend.
With an enemy, at least,
    you expect the finer emotions...
        Agony,
              Anguish,
                      Torture,
                              Rage,
        Hatred,
               Violence,
                        Turbulence,
        Despair...
If there is such a thing
   as true love,
I've yet to find it!
But--Hey!--If there was ever
   True Hate,
        Then I am a rich woman indeed!