Neal
I would take every person on the planet as an enemy in exchange for his affection. He is worth every friendship I've ever had and every person I've ever cared for and it's sickening that I believe that. It's sickening that I have him on a pedestal. I've tried to destroy that theory and chip away at the foundation but he keeps standing tall, even with only a few inches of support under his feet. Support I give him. Support I want to take away from him. I want to insult him, I want to forget him, I want to hate him -- hating him would be better than being mesmerized by the enigmatic truth that he is. The truth that holds such depth that I will never encounter. For that, I want to hate him. Yes, to truly never like him and to not be able to stand him. To hate him and mean that, that is what I want. I want his very name to put me in a bad mood. Or maybe it already has. Maybe I already hate him. But like someone once said I love that he hates me and I want to hate him back because his hate for me hurts. I think I have this belief that if I hate him, he'll beg for me back. But even if that were to happen, I'd be too far deep in my hate to love. And that's what I want more than anything.
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How I Love You
Poetry". . . . Then must you speak / Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; / Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, / Perplex'd in the extreme. . . ." -Act 5, Scene 2 of Othello by W. Shakespeare A collection of poems to the boys and men I hav...
