I hate 
the way my heart clenching
the way myself benching

I hate
how I let myself to fall
just to catch the ball

I hate
myself
for 
letting me
fall in love
once again

or
perhaps
I just hate love?

I Hate

Maybe, you're afraid to love?
You say:
"Nothing good can ever come of it.
When the veil is removed,
All you're left with
Is an insatiable feeling of hunger.
Hunger
For warmth and their touch
Hunger
To see, just once more,
The care and desire in their eyes
When they gaze past your walls
To the soul within.
A growing
Relentless hunger
To feel
Wanted."

l.v.s