Different style of poetry
Maybe I say this out of spite, I hate you not, nor do you please my sight. Your brilliance, like that of the sun, is too bright. I prefer a moon in the shadows of night. It pains the eye not as it casts its light. Clouded by grey, no sign of life. But beautiful all the same in its pure white. Mayhap I am wrong --mayhap I am right. You suit me not, so don't fight. I loved you once, but that love has taken flight. You are harmless, like the rat that doesn't bite. Yet you manage to displease, as you continue your pleas; as though a contagious disease, I cannot fight this unease. Tease my soul so? Be unto me a foe? Then fie upon you, and woe. For I am gone, and you will go. Do not take me with you down, so low, for I've no desire to see the things you want to show. This is not yesterday. With my heart you cannot play. Hear me clear as I say: vengeance upon you today.
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