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Love and Hate Listen, since the day we met at that particular spot.
I thought you were hot.
Driven from your appearance, I gave in endurance for you in my life were missing.
I may be tripping for this particular situation.
Never dreamt that this would be playing in my mind as a repetition. I kissed your lips with bliss.
Who could imagine this?
Fears of dissatisfaction.
For I did not know my actions.
Ninety degrees from your cheek, I turned to feel the warmness of your lips.
Surprised eyes you glared. So I thought.
Then a smile made my day, as I stared at the expression on your face. You called my name for attention and the question on what was this feeling I expressed.
I mentioned this day over and over again.
How in a fast track you became my lover faster than a friend.
I have no regrets at this point.
Things went smoothly as we let the wind carry us to Ecstasy.
Damn! In love so fast I even gave you everything in my provisional testacy.
I abandoned my family and friends to give you all.
You were the first to hear, feel, and know the truth from me.
You were the reason my dream became a reality.
The motivation to my emancipation of being able to love again.
To be able to trust and open my heart to you more than those who I have already loved.
I wanted you to fly with me like two doves.
As our story went on. You did fall in love.
I delivered my heart, and you slit it with your devilish thoughts. You yelled and I kept quiet. I did not even try to fight it.
Your words over powered any verbs I could say.
You hit me, and I accepted the pain. I cried and you laughed.
I fell and you kept walking.
If I embarked long distance it was only you I would be missing.
I spoke about tenderness, and you proposed our separation.
You abandoned what I felt we had been love.
1000 thousand days of us. Never saw its chance.
You let go of my hand on the 916 day.
How did you go away? You fell in the arms that did not belong to me. You kissed the lips of another guy.
And you dare to call herself my future wife.
All this time I was committed to loving you, and being true to you. All I asked of you was to be loyal.
You broke that…your words fought against each other.
Your metaphors where all propaganda.
Who the hell am I? Yeah...the man you can always trust to be committed.
Commitment should be a mandatory script that everyone must read. You’re illiterate! How could you miss not reading such a meaning?
You speak it so proudly, but never and will probably ever know what it feels like to be committed.
