I hate you
It's a feeble,
pathetic,
childish
hate;
but it does exist.
I hate that you
have made me dependent
on some external existance.
I hate that you make
my life less bright
when I'm without you
I hate that I can't ensure
the existence of something
so vital to mine
So, yes,
I do hate you for that.
But sleep sound, my darling,
it's just a by product
of the happiness
and affection
you give me.
It's as one might hate light
for making shadows
Or love,
for making loneliness.