because in my dreams
you were hit by a moving car
mauled by a large animal
died a million violent deaths
And yet
I still find myself woken up
heart pounding against my ribs
inconsolably sobbing to your demise
utterly and completely terrified
Because deep down
I know
That hate
is not the lost of love
indifference is
Hate is the malevolent version of love
like how a blackhole
is nothing more but a dead star
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
because in my dreams
you were hit by a moving car
mauled by a large animal
died a million violent deaths
And yet
I still find myself woken up
heart pounding against my ribs
inconsolably sobbing to your demise
utterly and completely terrified
Because deep down
I know
That hate
is not the lost of love
indifference is
Hate is the malevolent version of love
like how a blackhole
is nothing more but a dead star
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