I was once told that if you Hate,
there is no room for Love.
and that if you Love,
there is no room for hate.
Well I hate that love won't leave me be.
I detest that after months of seperation,
she still owns me from an emotion million miles distant.
I infuriate myself in that tears,
appear unbidden even still.
And I HATE...
That I LOVE...
A memory.
Oh my God, I love this. It's amazing. Simple, to the point, but amazing.