Maybe its the vodka.

I hate the way vodka tastes now.

i hate the way it burns my mouth.

i hate the way it makes me warm.

i hate the way it gives me a headache.

i hate the way i dont remember.

despite this i drink it.

its like hating you.

i hate you.

i love you.

i want you gone.

but i wont pour you down the sink.

instead ill drink every last drop.

any wait for the warm feeling.