I Resolve

To prickle you with frozen snot mustache.

To share the breath of rancid acid burps.

To hack up phlegm upon your wedding dress.

To feel your stomach churn with grubby hands.

To hate to hate your hate of loving me.

To learn to love your love of hating me.

To swallow words you could have should have ate.

To bear the weight and learn to masturbate.