It is hard to hate someone,
when your heart survived within theirs,
fuelling your joy as their voice filled your ears.
When moments spent apart,
met the quick conversations by hand,
a longing surrounding us and,
in the end new emotions i could not withstand.
i was hurt
i was confused
with him it was inevitable that i was constantly being used,
but you were different,
a damaged star that had fallen upon my eyes,
who's flames didn't burn until i had looked to the skies .
i was lost when i had realised,
when i listened to the skies,
after pushing past the countless attempts and tries
That the clouds had gave me ,
in the hopes that i would leave and move on.
To find the me with you gone,
a new star to gaze upon.
i felt as an individual in a filled coliseum,
the abstract art in a modern museum,
the constant longing and needing,
the hate in this case is - desiderium.
