Love and Hate

July 19, 2015

I hate the number 64, I hate the color pink.

I hate the month of May, and I hate to try to wink.

I love the feel of hugs, and I love to hold hands.

I love to have a connection, but that's bout where it stands.

I hate to keep trying, knowing it's all a waste.

I hate the word stupid, and I hate to feel misplaced.

I hate to explain myself, scared to be abandoned.

I hate being so nice, just to be taken for granted.

I always love to smile, even when I am hurt.

I hide my true feelings, because I'm always compared to dirt.

I hate rushing relationships, but that's all I know.

I sometimes love the sun, but I always love the snow.

I'm not really known, just well known for crying.

Sadness hidden with a smile, just a sign of lying.

I love being held, it helps me feel relieved.

I always hear the word love, but never really believed.

I wish my life was better, or people would let me be.

But they never did, and the past corrupted me.

I wish I was really red, but instead I'm always blue.

I wish I could just be normal, a wish that can't come true.

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