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love and hate

Love, will be the weaker of the two, love is intrinsically transferable, we can divert our love to many things it is a surface emotion, a blanket for so many things that an item or person makes us feel, hate on the other hand is permanent, when we hate an object we hate it in its entirety as a whole, we can not diffuse this to other objects, one cannot hate another and lessen the ‘original source of hate’ by hating others or by separating this hate onto objects, we cannot fill the void of hate with material possessions like we can with love, hate is stronger than love, thankfully we can decide, and only we decide to allow hate, it is so, so numbingly tiresome to hate, whereas love, well this is energizing.

could you ever think to remember how i have thought of you

how i have looked at you without you seeing

how i can see you without a look

how you are so pretty without my eyes to lie

how beautiful the empty page

such perfect unknown potential

misery loves company?

i am the happiest alone

therefore

 happy

our hearts moves so often

and the lucky ones will not even change direction

a rain soaked day

 we love the rain

and goodnight

then nothing

but a wet coat

and a memory of grey

i am so intoxicated with your all

i will fall drunk

and stupor

till you revive me

jesus bleed on the cross

and hemingway bleed on his typewriter

and i

not a saint

nor a poet

well me my love

i shall bleed in your passionate lies

What a beautiful evil

what evil beauty

what has become of sainthood

well

i drowned it in the river of your eyes

i knew no evil more vile than mine

till i met you

your wicked wicked love

i will think of you forever

till sleep captures me

and i wake

a pure evil once again

my evil

my love

me

ha, ha, hahaha

evil bastard

who’s next

you?