Dearest, darlingest Momsie and Popsicle...

What is this feeling?

What is this feeling, so sudden, and new?

There´s a strange exhilaration

Loathing
Unadulterated loathing

For your face

Your voice

Your clothing

Let´s just say I loathe it all
Every little trait, however smal
Makes my very flesh begin to crawl
With simple, utter loathing
There´s a strange exhilaration
In such total detestation
It´s so pure, so strong!
Though I do admit, it came on fast
Still, I do believe that it can last
And I will be loathing, loathing you my whole life long