Hate is a coward's defense to the harshness of our world.
It is a confident, empowering absolute that provides immediate closure.
Straining to love the ambiguous and the ridiculed is to muddle through understanding...
The beauty in love is that it's cumbersome, full of its own trials and poison; yet we sacrifice- ourselves, our illusion of 'purity'.
You cannot understand if you feel you are owed anything.
Love: the boundless, cannot be earned- will never be deserved.
And yet, it is.