Your Love My Hate

Holding a hand I begin to question
Whether this is life, or just it’s lesson
Feeling set free, I’m falling as a leaf
Falling into feeling far from belief.
It’s the feeling of up, yet that of down
The cringe of missing while you’re not around..
Knowing sometimes I feel like giving up
And then sometimes I feel like letting go
But then in pausing and thinking of you
I change up my perception, even my view..
For these reasons and for what you do
I have found a love: one that’s pure and true.

How powerful it is that this word can hold
Feelings, words and emotions, all left untold
Like the first Rave, Blood rushing, Spine tingling
Or the first love, Heart Crushing, Eyes Gleaming
Love is a word, which can not be defined
But once truly felt.. is one of a kind
Whispers, Scratches, the gasp of utopia
Leave me smiling only to inspire
A body that’s still, left to admire
&
Since we finished our trip up to the peak
We leave one another amazed, unable to speak….

                                Love has a way to play devil’s advocate
                                Most are accustomed, but not proud of it
                               The feeling to love that can closely relate
                               Is that of resentment… that being Hate.
         

Hate is this feeling I get when I think.
About how I can do so much better
I’m Not saying its owed-upon-me. So
I wait for a chance bestowed upon me.

When I get this chance I’ma – Carpa Diem
Separating myself so I can.. Hardly see em’
I hate how I’m an unfound sculptor
My life being what needs carving.
If you’re hungry for success than I’m the one starving