Aug 30
Love is temperamental,
exhausting.
relentless.
It drains you, shifts like the tide.
But Hatred?
Oh, hatred is sharp,
malleable,
a blade you can hone.
Love leaves you hollow,
but hatred?
Oh, it holds you.
exhausting.
relentless.
It drains you, shifts like the tide.
But Hatred?
Oh, hatred is sharp,
malleable,
a blade you can hone.
Love leaves you hollow,
but hatred?
Oh, it holds you.
Love doesn't always quench the thirst. Sometimes it's the rock I can't break. Sometimes it's the light that refuses to let me hide. But hatred... when did it become a place of comfort? When did it learn to hold me and hear my cries?
Why did the very thing I wanted most become the source of this void? And in that emptiness and void, I learned that hatred has a shape I can finally hold onto.
Why did the very thing I wanted most become the source of this void? And in that emptiness and void, I learned that hatred has a shape I can finally hold onto.
