I sit here at my kitchen counter pondering...
Thinking of the people I "hate".
A convoluted mix of emotions and feelings fill my head...
Consume my thoughts.
My heart says yes, but my mind screams...
...NO!
Young dumb love and desire run my world.
This person I try to, but yet cannot get out of my mind swirls around in my brain...
I hate them but I love them even more...
Even through the heartaches.
I take a look in the mirror but see a hollow reflection of me...
I truly see the person I "hate".
Vengeful tears roll down my cheeks...
As an empty smile festoons me puffy eyes.
The more I try to find flaws...
The more I only see perfection.
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The Person I Loved
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