Love and hate, so inseparable
connected and similar
light and dark
breath and death
opposites, but together in
the inevitable
you love and stare
and imagine the future
with confidence.
But, hate, so close
so easily transferable
sneaks in like a roach
making its home in
your emotional filth
each little morsel of
broken trust or unreasonable pain
only feeds it’s millions of offspring
hate, so close to love
is really just one in the same.
Because the true
opposite of love is indifference
Wouldn’t you rather be
hated than not considered at all?