hate is my love
I cannot remember what it feels like to be loved.
Does it still ache?
Does it still make you smile pathetically?
if someone gave me the opportunity of experiencing love again, I would decline. I would say no without a single thought.
for I do not ache to feel love again.
love makes you pathetic and clueless. And I cannot be pathetic and clueless again. I cannot turn my cheek to the flaws of another person again. I cannot pretend I do not see the way their love dries whenever I make a mistake.
i cannot be vulnerable
i cannot be vulnerable and pathetic and clueless again.
i will not let you make me vulnerable again.
[hatred for love.]
