I was thinking of writing my poem in iambic pentameter a la “10 Things I Hate About You” but I haven’t written in iambic pentameter since high school and we’ll just say it’s been more than a decade, so bear with me.
I hate the way you make her high,
and the way you make her low.
I hate the way you take our sleep,
I hate it when she knows.
I hate your stupid needle pricks
and the way you make her bleed.
I hate that sugar is n0t a want,
but since you, it’s a need.
I hate the way you’re always here,
I hate that you won’t leave.
I hate it when you make her cry,
even more when you make me grieve.
I hate that we may never know,
how to get you out of our life.
But mostly I hate
the way you have changed us,
for the better,
despite all of the bad times,
and the sleepless nights.