Unconditional My Curse

For some reason, I’m stuck being kind to you.

My mind won’t form the chaotic words that seethe on the tip of my tongue.

My eyes won’t glare with the hatred that I know I should feel.

And my heart won’t stop beating with rhyming words of love.

Like a spell slipped under my pillow at night…

I….

Hate myself….

… Unconditional love, my curse.