Hate
Hate is A craving
It's a strange thing really. You can want someone in your life, and you can't stand them at the same time, miss them and don't, crave their touch and don't. Hates a stage in I seem to be stuck on, a stage I can't leave with a blinding light in my eyes while I break down Infront of everyone. No matter how hard I try and forgive you I can't, no matter how hard I try and love you I can't, no matter how hard I try...... I can't
Hate is a craving I can't kick. No matter how hard I try and struggle I seem to always find something to hate, something to nitpick, something to chew and spit out. I don't enjoy hate yet I can't stop it. I can't stand this craving, this, need, this feeling this want. This want to feel something other than a fake smile, other than disappointment, anxiety, other than overwhelming sadness. Anything even hate is better than this. But I will learn, I will learn to love, to teach, to accept, to feel. So please if your listening don't give up, not yet. It will get better. I can't say soon but one day that smile won't be so fake, that disappointment will leave, that anxiety won't seem so overwhelming, and that overwhelming sadness will leave you with a goodbye. So, I leave you with this, even sadness can be better than hate.
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PoetryTW: theres some sad shit. if your sensitive to self harm, suicide, and eds please dont read. this is a poetry book. please be patient with me, i dont use the best grammar.
