I hate small talk.
I hate fake friends.
I hate being judged by the way I look.
I hate stupid people.
I hate dumb questions.
I hate drama.
I hate instigating.
I hate people who take over conversations.
I hate being told what to do.
I hate my parents.
I hate dishonesty.
I hate bragging.
I hate loneliness.
I hate when people stare.
I hate marriage.
I hate silence.
But I love you.
Love.
I love this poem.
I love your truth.
I love your words.
I love the feel of my eyes as they read your work.
I love the way you vent.
I love this collision of chaos.
I love the cluster fucks.
I love the inspiration you seem to cause.
I love your riot.
I love your brilliant display.
I love that I bought tickets to your show.
I love the little tremor in my feet as they stopped when you walked by.
I love that your here.
I love the way you give me breath.
I love the little intakes, and exhales.
I love the way your going to sigh when you read this,
because than you will realize that "I love you too."
^_^
Thank you.
Such an extraordinary creature.
You.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo