I hate you more than I have hated just about
anything.
You are loud.
Overly so,
like to the point that sometimes I can’t even hear myself.
I hate myself for having to rely on you 
to do the most basic of tasks,
and that half the time
you
cannot even be bothered to do it all the way.
You scream out,
like the slightest movement
pains you.
Is it for attention?
I literally could not give you more of that.
I spend so much of my time thinking of
you,
listening for the slightest change
in pitch or volume
so I know exactly when I have to jump in
and coddle you
into doing the only thing you are supposed to do.
I know your rhythms
better than my own.
I push and shove you until my arms ache,
your bulking frame fighting me back the entire time.
This is dance is not healthy.
This is not a relationship,
this is co-dependency.
This is the only cycle
you are capable of carrying through with.