Hate me
Chew on my bones and spit me out
Make this easier for me
You punish me with your kindness
I know its love but hate me, please
I punched a hole into your chest and ripped out your heart
Are you not mad?
Are you not bitter?
As you tape your ribs back together do you not loathe?
Your eyes still meet mine and I am obliterated
But you still hold me together in your fragile arms
You use your love for me to force a smile
And as we stand there, the shattered and the heartless
You still whisper the words
I love you
The Life And Death Of Love 
Sounds like you truly hurt someone?
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Sometimes being cruel to be kind is the hardest thing to do. It’s hard to see anyone hurting because of your decisions and at times it would be easier just to be hated than still loved.
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Will there be an expansion on this peace? Do you have the other persons take on it (if they now know the reasoning behind said actions)?
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It is indeed sometimes easier to be hated than to be loved.
I was touched by this poem, thanks for sharing it here 🙂
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thank you for taking time to read my poem! your kind words mean a lot!
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