Everything we do is controlled by hate. To give one example i hate it that I love her. I hate that I get tongue tied when  see her. I hate her heart stopping smile. I hate her warm angel soft hands. I hate her beautiful sparkling blu eyes. But worst of all...I hate myself for hating her imperfect image and personalty.

Did you ever see the perfect woman?
I did. She was always on a movie screen
and larger than life itself. She shimmered
and spoke loud like a goddess might.
The light was perfect for her and I lost
my heart that night in the dark and swore
I would look forever to find her and I'd
kiss her in a final scene every night.

A
Promise
Is
Made
Only once
by words
But
Kept
Forever
By honouring
feelings

To fade away and yet not see
To breath but not know if it's our last
To know love but not what we need
To have joy but not know time fleets fast
To think but not know action
To fight but know not what for

I lack the ability to swallow my pride
and tell you the truth about my feelings
I’m so desperate to hide

I’m scared to tell you
if I had to guess why I’d probably say
because I’m scared you don’t too

I imagine a world where it’s you and me
but I can’t help but think
you don’t see the same picture as me

Which is cruel but fine
that’s life and after all
breaking hearts isn’t a crime