Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Hating What I Love

They’re the ones you hate, yet the ones you love behind the white doors that separate your peaceful sanctuary from the rest of your angry world. It’s that face you forget, but the sight of it that discloses that lingering trickle of emotional release of what we fear to call crying.

Are you sure you want to delete your account? Are you sure you want to cut our cord?
Our only connection, no matter how petty, erased in only a matter of seconds. There hand, the murderer; there browser, the tool; and anything left of us, the corpse lying between our stance.

Every time my love has gone unnoticed; my presence simply unappreciated has lead me to this, the epiphany of the week, the revelation of my loving strength of hate for them.

Although, the question still remains;
why do I go on feeling what I feel, after they have only left my heart so broken?

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