Love I've Come to Hate

A single, lingering touch
brings a wave of happiness,
tingling,
down into my chest.

Your heart is clicking
like a tiny cricket
tickling
the mirth throughout my veins.

A warm smile melts across
my face like butter. My body
yells
and screams with protest, buckling.

The first is a new high, a
wondrous yet vaguley familiar
disguise....
that I've come to mistrust.

But now, with that memory, like
a pock-marked scar in my brain,
ingraved
is reteaching me the love
I've come to hate.