Hate is the feeling you get when
all you have is taken and
all you are left with is
a bleeding heart.
Hate is what you feel when
every ounce of love is drained away and rage and sorrow consume
every piece of your heart.
Almost every piece of your heart.
Even when the heart is shrouded in the serpent-like constriction of hate, there will be a small-
maybe even faint-
sliver of hope.
A hope to end all of the
suffering and moping.
A hope to strike down the hate.
A hope to find love.
A hope to be loved.
