| Hate Is An Ugly Word |
| Hate is an ugly word, still, I find myself thinking it, feeling it. I've heard there is a thin line between love and hate. I crossed over today, over that imaginary line, or was it yesterday? I'm not really sure just when I crossed, not really sure when things began to change. Time feels weird, and my head aches. Staring at you now, sheer fury fills my being, traveling down my arms to my fingertips, attacking my nerve endings, making me rigid with hate. Hate is such an ugly word. I want to slap your face, slap that unfeeling look, yet my arm stays frozen, unyielding at my side. As my eyes focus on your face my old pain takes over again. The hurt returns, kicks my heart, leaving me breathless. It renders the hate helpless, and yet, I hate you beyond words because I love you. Hate is such an ugly word. Copyright 2003 |
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