i love the ways you don't call although you know how.
the lack of acknowledgement
of any struggle.

i love the ways you find disappointment in me
for being a cast from your mold;
thrown into the same fate.

i hate the way i love you
without a doubt in my mind
that it's not worth fighting.

i hate the ideas you've given me
that've helped me so much
through life.

but where are you now?
where was i when you needed to talk?
where were you when i needed a hand?
where are we heading?

continued ignorance
continued apathy
continued quality


all in the ways that i love you
and all in the ways that i hate you.
but most of all how i now deny you.