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If you must hate me--- don't forget me. You must hate me! If you don't remember me how can you hate me properly?
You don't want me to love you (but I do)---
this will make it easy to hate me.
It causes me pain that you don't love me---
what could be an easier and more perfect way to hate me?
It is only through your hate---which on me you love---
that you know how much I love you.
Isn't that great?
Knowing you know how much I love you,
will make me happy, true,
but this will be eclipsed by the happiness of your hate.
Strange! We will be happy together---
due to my love and your hate---
made better because you will never forget me.
Therefore, my love, please do not forget to hate.
Your hate is my proper punishment,
my proper love, your love, yours, and my fate.
I love, you loathe---
like creatures from myths passing in shadow
in God's mysterious grove.
God permits this, knowing I do not deserve love.
Therefore, this is heavenly.
What else is there to say?
This could be my poem, but it is yours,
a document of my endless night and your docile day,
I will not intrude on you, ever!
as true and profound as any Noir cinema,
greater than any Greek or Absurdist play.
