#loveoverhate - Hello Poetry

I don’t want to be the thought that slips your mind. I want to be the thought that brings you to your senses, that I could be the one that got away. But I’m shy, so I’ll never tell you that; instead, I’ll say something like, “Do you want to come over and watch TV?” And I don’t have a TV. So I’ll be left flicking through the channels of you. My soft kisses on your neck like perfect connection. I’d tell you things like, how I know all your lies and deceptions have just been adverts before the real show, and you’re the star. If you said, “Baby, glow for me,” I’d rip out my soul, cut it into a million little pieces to form constellations to light your way home. The distance between your body and mine is the same distance that stretches from heaven to earth. From left to right, From rich to poor. Like, **** we could be so perfect together. I know **** is a bad word, but it sounds so right, Like raising a finger at the ******* priest every time he forgets that Eve was Adam’s preceptor. ‘Cause apples are ******* healthy, you patriarchal piece of **** So how about it, my love? Let’s burn the Bible and rewrite it, allowing Lilith and Eve to be together and live in Eden—now how’s that for situational irony? And any homophobe who dares to turn our rainbows into storms and our glitter into ash will burn and choke on their hate until they swell and combust into cinder. We’ll laugh and share a kiss on the embers, and it’ll be grand, my love. But until then, There’s something like a hurricane in motion when you sweep your hair from your eyes and stare into mine. Like you’ve seen this show before and I’m your favourite scene. So, I was thinking, Do you want to come over and watch TV?

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC

Miaofficialx

Do you want to watch tv?

I don’t want to be the thought that slips your mind. I want to be the thought that brings you to your senses, that I could be the one that got away. But I’m shy, so I’ll never tell you that; instead, I’ll say something like, “Do you want to come over and watch TV?” And I don’t have a TV. So I’ll be left flicking through the channels of you. My soft kisses on your neck like perfect connection. I’d tell you things like, how I know all your lies and deceptions have just been adverts before the real show, and you’re the star. If you said, “Baby, glow for me,” I’d rip out my soul, cut it into a million little pieces to form constellations to light your way home. The distance between your body and mine is the same distance that stretches from heaven to earth. From left to right, From rich to poor. Like, **** we could be so perfect together. I know **** is a bad word, but it sounds so right, Like raising a finger at the ******* priest every time he forgets that Eve was Adam’s preceptor. ‘Cause apples are ******* healthy, you patriarchal piece of **** So how about it, my love? Let’s burn the Bible and rewrite it, allowing Lilith and Eve to be together and live in Eden—now how’s that for situational irony? And any homophobe who dares to turn our rainbows into storms and our glitter into ash will burn and choke on their hate until they swell and combust into cinder. We’ll laugh and share a kiss on the embers, and it’ll be grand, my love. But until then, There’s something like a hurricane in motion when you sweep your hair from your eyes and stare into mine. Like you’ve seen this show before and I’m your favourite scene. So, I was thinking, Do you want to come over and watch TV?

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your bullet of hate shot in our infected heart as it lay wide open longing for true compassion united we stand bleeding the saltiest tears crying over those you have brutally taken from us you will not win we will not be divided we are warriors our holsters overflowing with love

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Nov 3, 2020

Nov 3, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC

joyw

city of warriors

your bullet of hate shot in our infected heart as it lay wide open longing for true compassion united we stand bleeding the saltiest tears crying over those you have brutally taken from us you will not win we will not be divided we are warriors our holsters overflowing with love

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i want to live a little longer i want to meet more of my people that i ghosted but sometimes we cant recoup that into something new really?! i thought we've lost hope in all of humanity.. we did, and that's why this world is now more suicidal. if only we could accomplish more in this time, but we yet again failed we fought for equality 2 years ago and yet we still abuse the action of freedom.. police abuse their guns against black people why would it do them right or anyone for that matter? because this world has an ugly habit of repeating itself. just because you don't like the color of their skin, ****** orientation,religion,race,or any planet! for god knows.. its not right to take a life or beat it for that dislike.. some people disgust me with their sins like, we were born to love and not hate or **** can this just end? it cant..i'm sorry society can be strenuous.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC

marinamxlina

Dear society,

i want to live a little longer i want to meet more of my people that i ghosted but sometimes we cant recoup that into something new really?! i thought we've lost hope in all of humanity.. we did, and that's why this world is now more suicidal. if only we could accomplish more in this time, but we yet again failed we fought for equality 2 years ago and yet we still abuse the action of freedom.. police abuse their guns against black people why would it do them right or anyone for that matter? because this world has an ugly habit of repeating itself. just because you don't like the color of their skin, ****** orientation,religion,race,or any planet! for god knows.. its not right to take a life or beat it for that dislike.. some people disgust me with their sins like, we were born to love and not hate or **** can this just end? it cant..i'm sorry society can be strenuous.

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So often we sit and wait we cry ourselves to sleep hope for the best we are fake being happy till we are really put to the test we sob violently under the sheets afraid that someone may hear because God only knows that we as humans may shed a tear so often we are just okay afraid to speak up to stay and say we whine and trash talk about our sisters alike saying if only she was prettier she wouldn't just be riding her bike we call each other ***** and ****** teaching our daughters to grow up thinking being a women is more of a chore so often boys are treated like monsters told they are nasty til finally they match up and get told they are ghastly till finally they just give up they say, "we don't want to be part of the standard anymore we just want to be enough why does my gender have to define me as all these things I wish I wouldn't have grown up." we treat them like trash we throw everyone into last don't you think they may not all be the same So often we see people walk past us we never stop to ask what we never even think maybe they had a rough day we just keep walking,pushing to stuck in our own ways So next time you see someone small and frail nice,mean female or male short,tall nasty,clean not some but all to look at them and say "You my friend are beautiful in every single way."

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Oct 23, 2017

Oct 23, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC

lex7990

So Often

So often we sit and wait we cry ourselves to sleep hope for the best we are fake being happy till we are really put to the test we sob violently under the sheets afraid that someone may hear because God only knows that we as humans may shed a tear so often we are just okay afraid to speak up to stay and say we whine and trash talk about our sisters alike saying if only she was prettier she wouldn't just be riding her bike we call each other ***** and ****** teaching our daughters to grow up thinking being a women is more of a chore so often boys are treated like monsters told they are nasty til finally they match up and get told they are ghastly till finally they just give up they say, "we don't want to be part of the standard anymore we just want to be enough why does my gender have to define me as all these things I wish I wouldn't have grown up." we treat them like trash we throw everyone into last don't you think they may not all be the same So often we see people walk past us we never stop to ask what we never even think maybe they had a rough day we just keep walking,pushing to stuck in our own ways So next time you see someone small and frail nice,mean female or male short,tall nasty,clean not some but all to look at them and say "You my friend are beautiful in every single way."

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Sometimes all i want to do is hold her tightly and make her feel as if nothing in the world can hurt her - She's safe Other times I want him to hold me that same way as I sink into his arms, drowning in the smell of his cologne - I'm safe

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May 8, 2017

May 8, 2017 at 1:30 AM UTC

Sxulace

Her. Him.

Sometimes all i want to do is hold her tightly and make her feel as if nothing in the world can hurt her - She's safe Other times I want him to hold me that same way as I sink into his arms, drowning in the smell of his cologne - I'm safe

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