Loathesome

I loathe you.
I hate you.
Despise. Detest.
I cannot fathom
these fabricated feelings
dwelling deep on dreary days
cooling me considerably
amidst a mild amethyst sky
and I spark and splutter
into fightless flame
igniting the indigo of
a setting september sun
and I cannot figure out why this
wondrous array of emotions of you
plagues me
when I loathe you
lifelessly.
Not loathing
in the littlest.