I Hate You

I hate thy memory 

I hate to love again 

I too hate the last Autumn 

When I realized the pain 

Because of you, hardly I believe in men 

With the fresh wounds, I too despise rain 

Remember, in the last Summer 

We were together 

Oh, I desire to forget the treason 

That you back-stabbed me sans any reason 

Barely, I can ignore the memories of October,

Like a scentless flower, I lay here 

Vaguely I trace thy fake chatters 

They were loosely made like the fallen leaves of Winter 

I hate thee more than ever before, 

I reflect on you throughout the year 

But alas! in you, there's a cruel monster 

Like a nightmare, that chases me everywhere 

Without any respite from the misery 

Let me caress thy rotten message

That I have kept so fresh inside my breast over the years 

Let me thank you, for hating thee 

There is no reason to find any relevance between the poem and the creator's personal life. They both are completely different from each other.