Friday, September 9, 2016

I Don't Hate You

You are the trigger that reignites
an enmity of adoration and abhorrence
in the very fibres of my being.

I don't hate you, on the contrary;
it is easier to be angry
than to admit I am broken.

The state I am in is one of careless mend,
a whole made out of pieces,
a volatile kind of stable,
a looming sort of combustion
that threatens to explode at our every almost-touch.

I don't hate you, S.

2 comments:

Lana Slaybell said...

I love this.

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

That's good...
as you barely know me.
Hatred is the KEY to Hellfire.
What does ISIS do?
They slaughter Christians.
What do the filthy rich do?
They're pridefull and power hungry.
What does the former Prez do?
Absolutely NTHN.
What do child abusers do?
They transversalize their problems onto others
What does MS13 do?
They're the antithes of E-harmony.
They ALL hate, hate, hate...
Jesus sez if you hate at death's
hour and your filthy soul arises,
sorry... you cannot enter.
You must be turned-away to Hellfire.
The devil hates.
You'd find great comfort o'thar
across the Big Gulf which nobody crosses.

If you didnt git help with hate in your wee, wee existence and you still have the full-emotional-outburst, whoops.

trustNjesus, dear.
Meet me Upstairs for a Big-Ol beer
at the RongWayPub - i gotta lotta things to teach you (and vice-versa); thus, we'll tok bout celebrating our eternal resurrection Upstairs together. Yay!!!
Cant wait. Love you.
God bless your indelible soul.

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