Why is it so easy to love,
But so hard to forget.
So easy to hate than it is to love.
I mean, how thin is the line between hate and love,
How fast does love turn to hate,
How fast does love turn to pain.
How fast does happiness turn to sand in your mouth.
Why is it so hard to love yourself but so easy to hate yourself.
So easy to disappoint than to satisfy.
Why the high expectations without understanding.
Why the painful answers without real questions.
How quick are we to judge others but ourselves.
How gone are we to distrust and pain.
How hard have we fallen for the strong allure if self preservation and glory.
How deep in the trudge if vain glory have we sunk.
How deep are we yet to sink.
Love, Hate.
How easy and hard at the same time.
How dissimilar yet alike.
Love, Hate.
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Kill The Flame
PoetryShort poems relating to some common life experiences and situations. For updates, whenever I feel the inspiration to write something. Might be after a day, a week...who knows
