Hate describes your Love
As children, we played
As children, we talked.
As older children,
Together, we walked.
And now, as young adults,
Alone we stand,
No longer together,
Merely because of my personality,
You push me away.
You refuse to interact.
You constantly turn your back.
You seem to still love me,
I'd like to think you still care.
But the truth is that simply,
Your love is not there.
Your love is a habit.
Your jokes are a game.
You chase me like a wolf after a rabbit,
And I hide my face in shame.
Independence is a fierce and pretty beast,
But be careful not to live even more for
Yourself, never to speak of God, or anyone else.
You think yourself so mighty, and wonderful,
When the truth really is, you are
terroristic, and terrible.
If I killed myself, you'd be at my funeral.
Your tears may even be genuine.
-But that will never conceal the truth,
That afterward, you'd live for yourself again.
Die, tragic hate-er,
Die with regrets and in vain.
And die knowing that those who loved you,