Sonnet

When your face appears in front of my eyes,
A sickening sensation, I do feel.
The mere sight of you is enough to despise
Sensing my disgust for you is all too real.

Each word spoken that departs from your lips
Is like a curse that I wish upon you.
Each action you carry out, my heart rips
Because the love between us is now through.

I have no concern for you or your life,
No matter what transpires through it.
You could die by the sharp blade of a knife,
And if you did, I wouldn't mind a bit.

For when I look at you, I simply see,
The mirror's reflection of you is me.