I hate you

I hate how you're the character of every book I read,
The twisted essence of every fantasy...
I hate the way you're present in all the songs I hear
Ghost from a cloudy present from nowhere near.
I hate your mocking smile, the way it drives me wild...
Those pianist fingers that make dreams materialize...
I hate you with such passions, the sun would appear dim...
I hate you, dearest one, for you aren't him.