You hate me-- because there's no stronger emotion, no notion, or motion to pull your feelings for me in any direction but ice cold
I feel the need to see you each day, like the morning sun in order to rise up from these ashes I have to see you I need to see those brown eyes like never ending pools of mocha espresso I ache for their darkness and the way they convince me to do the things I do
But this hate, it's a barrier--a wall one that stretches out miles and miles guarded by your tiny green army men and you're ready for combat
While I'm here, white flag in hand ready to understand and try to mend what we have so badly destroyed
A poem about the sometimes cold endings of a relationship, and the desperation one side often feels to mend things.