If youโre willing to risk it,
You must value it.
If youโre willing to hate it,
You must love it.
If youโre willing to see it,
You must feel it.
If youโre willing to feel it,
You must be it.
Be the rings within a tree,
Feel the bark and the falling leaves.
You must risk it all to value life,
You must hate what once brought you light.
Because when you love, you risk it.
When you risk it, you lose it.
When you lose it, you hate it,
And when you hate it, you feel it,
Hate is stronger than love,
So strong you can see it.
Hate looks like magma,
Ready to erupt, ready to ****.
Hate is the lightning that strikes the tree;
The ashes left after a storm.
Hate is a fire that wipes out a forest,
And leaves the landscape bare and broken.
But when you look at where it once was,
The forest, once so alive, now just a crust.
You realize that itโs not a new place,
But just a place without its trees.
When you sit back and you think
About what youโve loved, lost, hatedโฆ
You realize that you never truly feel hate,
Just the absence of love. lmt
