What’s the opposite of love?  
My teacher asked.  
Most said "hate."  
I scoffed.  

Love, so intense,  
You feel it burn,  
It consumes,  
Takes all you are.  

Hate too,  
A fire raging,  
Consuming until  
You explode.  

But hate is not the opposite of love.  
No. It’s apathy
A quiet void,  
Where feeling ceases.  

Apathy is numbness,  
The absence of need.  
If you asked me about apathy,  
I’d say I envy it.  

Before loving him,  
I didn’t feel empty  
I just didn’t need to feel.  

Now my heart swings,  
Too much,  
Or nothing at all.  
Disconnected,  
Forever untethered.  

For now I know  
The love I long for,  
From you,  
Doesn’t exist.