Passionate Hate-Dreams

I hate dreaming now 'cuz everytime I dream...
you happen.
And without any notice.
And without me having to have any prior thought of you.
And without any concern for how much I despise you.
How much I want kill you.
To poison you.
To drown you,
To do like those horror movies and slowly creep up on you and stab your eyes out with a spoon.

I AM A passionate person.
And I can passionatly say that I hate you with a passion like no other passion.
See---I'm passion-filled.

I want you to leave...[5 second pause]
Now would be good.

You say you can live without me..
but I can see
that you'd rather not.
Because you seem to be having too much fun making my life not so fun
with your 4 hour happy-making phone calls and then your not so happy-making 4 month disappearing acts.
Think you're so entertaining?
Think you're a magician?
Think you're some sort of fun act that can always make me laugh...
maybe...that last one.

But not in these passionate-hate dreams.
These dreams that I passionatly hate because you're always
so passionately in love with me
in these passionate-hate dreams...
but in reality
we're this passionate-hate team.
Because in hating you...you hate me.