Love and hate are not opposites
(not even close)
Because lover,
Oh,
Lover-
The hatred I feel for you,
It intertwines with the love.
They twist around each other
Like a vine choking the trunk of a tree.
They burn twin flames,
Lit by the fuel that was your reckless abandon,
The way you spoke like you sang
And how you carried on in the manner of a gusty wind.
Lover,
Oh,
Lover-
My love-sickness is chronic,
As everlasting as that scar above your cheek.
And I’m devoted to hating you just as much as I am to loving you.
Because you’re out there, enjoying your revelry.
While I sit here, lost in my ink-stained reverie
Lover,
Oh,
Lover-
I wish you felt either for me.
I’d take the hatred, I really would.
Anything would be better than your indifference
Smooth and dull as cold marble.
Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.
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