Is it love?
Or is it lust?
Is it the harm?
Or is it the touch?
Is it the touch that runs down you and hugs you?
Or is it the harm that hits you every minute?
Every second
Every hour
Not just that
Is it the avoidance?
Or the hatred you feel down upon you?
The hatred feels like the sun is in your hands
It's above you
You're holding it up with all of your strength
But wait, isn't that impossible?
Yes, yes it is
You can't and don't want to hold it
It can harm you
Hatred isn't love
Don't make it that way
YOU ARE READING
Nicole's Poems [CC:A]
PoetryFeel free to read as much as you like. I'm going to post poems every-so-often because that's what I love. I'm in no organization or working for anyone. I am not claiming to be the best or to be hired for something. This is just me feeling free. Tha...
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