I'm a curious curious mix of emotions and feelings

(and matter and mass and space)

A unique pattern.
There could be no replication.

I hate you
for the nights you let me
cry myself to sleep
while you lie awake next to me
pretending not to hear my gasping breaths

I hate you
for making promises
you knew you'd never keep

I hate you
for making me feel
so empty
so worthless

But I love you
for our first date
and you kissing me
on my parents' porch

I love you for the night
you got down on one knee
and asked me the question
I had been waiting for

I love you
because without you
I have a hole in my heart
where our love
once was

When time comes and our roads shall meet
Please don't ask me why or how
When time comes and our roads shall meet
Just smile and maybe say Hi
When time comes and our roads shall meet
You may take my hand and tell me you miss me
When time comes and our roads shall meet
Remember, I love you, and I'll always will

Things aren't as easy as our parents make them out to be
A future of success is hard to see
When hopeful thoughts are lost in cigarette daydreams
torn apart at the seams
Lost in a sea of sadness and sorrow
It'll be just the same tomorrow
In the world nowadays we have to make our brains hallucinate to cope with hate
On the news each day we see the result of a ****, a ******, or a prison escape
We see violence and riots
Cannibals and car bombs setting the innocent aflame
We bury the dead and for a day act as if we remember everything they once said
And just like that
We become the monsters we looked for under our beds
And tomorrow
It'll all be the same

Tomorrow I have decided
I will explain all the poems I write;
For each and every haiku,
I'll give you a little insight.

If I write about fire, I'll tell you
I feel happy or angry or inspired
And if they're about my bedroom,
Then I'm probably really tired.

I don't think this needs explanation
It's not very creative, I know...
But the next time I hit you with syllables,
I'll explain every joy and woe.

My dear

My anger flares,
I draw my weapon,
And I pull the trigger,
My words blow holes in your mentality.
My vocabulary splatters your imagination on the ground.
I take another breath,
and reload,
Preparing to fire again.
Bang.