For The Hate Of Love
What do you do when you feel alone?
No matter how many people you encounter a day-No one seems to fill the void that your heart seems to be missing.
Day after day you watch people walk bye so hopelessly in love and you...well you...I don't really know
For The Hate of Love...
The ones that are obviously no good for you are the ones that you so desperately crave.
What is it that you want? Do you even know? You say that you want to be happy but do you even know what happiness is or what it is that's going to make you happy?
Is it love or the idea of love? Is it the simple idea of companionship?
You long for the touch from someone who touches you the sameway you touch others. With so much care and preciseness... With every stroke and caress having a carefully thought out reason behind it.
For The Hate of Love...
You wish that you could go numb to any feelings that drown you on a daily basis. Maybe you aren't supposed to be loved.
Constantly watching your heart being taken advantage of... Watching one drop it and walk away like its nothing special.
While you chase behind them with this now scratched and bruised treasure that you hold in your hands trying to give it back to them cause you want them so desperately to be the owner once again...
Trying to re-gift it to them, because at one point that was all they needed to be happy and when they did hold it, it was the happiest moments in your life...
Just wanting them to take it back...
Somehow you developed this hate for love....
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