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Hate

I once met a woman at a coffee shop,
While I was submerged in a self-esteem drop
I'd just broken up with a man I'd once loved,
And tears were falling, for my heart had been shoved.

The woman smiled, motioning for me to take a seat
She told me that I was in for a treat
She told me she understood and that she was all ears,
That I could pour out my feelings and she'd brush away my tears.

"Turn the fears into fury, the morose into mad,
When anger is an option, what's the point in being sad?"
And that's when I realized she was ever so right,
In order to cope, I had to fight.

The anguish became anger, the roses turned to rage,
The woman said,"Welcome to the next breakup stage."
She held out her hand for me to shake,
And then introduced herself as Hate.

Looking back on that day, I was filled with dread,
If only I'd listened to what she had said
Tragedy wouldn't have turned up at my door,
And swept me up in her melancholic storms.

Tragedy reminded me of all that I'd lost,
But Hate showed me what love had caused
The anguish had left me empty and drained,
But anger showed me how much strength I'd gained.

Knowing that I had to unlock the next stage,
I turned back around to resume my rage
I walked into the coffee shop at the street's end,
Hoping that I'd see Hate again.

~Via

It's easier to be angry than to be sad in love.
It's easier to hate than to love someone who doesn't love you back.