I used to walk with hate.
Brimstone in my chest was my heart.
Misanthrope-Hater of humans.
Hate for the way they daycare the planet with,
War, Hate, Theft, Violence, Torture, Madness.
I was human too and I wasn't that bad,
so self help books is where I began.
With that start I began to become art.
However, I didn't know where I was going or what to do with what I was learning.
I was at the inception without an origin.
Then,
I met her
It was nothing at first
She was nothing and so was I.
I didn't even think she was all that attractive,
back then.
She was a nobody and so was I.
A weirdo.
An odd ball.
A stranger.
weak,
wacky,
STRONG,
sexy,
average,
amaZING!
I didn't know what to call her.
Now she's a friend and only the future could tell.
And yet, she made me happy.
She made me more me.
My thoughts were so lost
all over.
she did this.
I thought I hated it,
but she was a damaged good.
She made it good to be damaged.
And I was so broken.
It took so long to figure it out and I was so confused.
Despite her not knowing or feeling the same.
Despite all the hardship.
Even if it means nothing.
Some way and manner,
I can't explain or understand.
I love her