It is hard to look into your face
When thoughts of...
I am a good person. Right now,
I cannot hate.
But looking into those eyes,
I just get reminded of
Fires that burned bright
With friendship, now has become
A flame of loathing,
Which I do not harbour,
but which you do keep in your heart,
against me.
I am starting to wish I had stabbed you
but with a weak heart of mine,
I probably would have saved you
From a shot gun, and kissed your wound.
I do not know how to fully hate,
this is my nature, I am peaceful,
but I do not want to start this
Destructive cycle of pain.
Let me live longer, enough to care for all and love,
Enough to keep being strong,
so that if you ever make me hate you,
I still wouldn't and I would still
Have loving kindness
For all despite my deepest wound.