[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Hating Love

Staring through a window
Of which I used to love
Wistful inklings of a magical light
Which once ignited my soul
And I hate it, now
If I may be so bold

Passion rekindled?
What a joke
My passion is a ghost
There's no point
In continuing
This disgusting mess

I regret it all
I bleed on this path I lead
And it was all my fault, too
So, as you dance the road above
Remember that there is nothing more painful
Than growing to hate something you loved