To hate something,
You first must love it,
You must feel the compassion and rawness,
You must feel,
By this thing, this woman,
Only to find out,
That without her, you feel nothing at all,
Without her and her ways that only you can be emotionally, physically and mentally stimulated by,
Without all of this, of her.
You are nothing.
Want nothing and have nothing.
For without passion and compassion,
You are not alive.
You are dead.
You are society’s pre-designed robot.
To feel alive is to feel so close to death. It is to want to hold on to what little existence you have.
And that , my friend is exactly what she does.
She makes you feel as though without her,
Your heart cannot beat,
Your lungs cannot breathe,
Your brain cannot even think!
Yet at the exact same moment,
You hate her,
You hate her for making you feel absolutely powerless!
You despise her for even having the audacity to make you think and feel this way.
You hate her for all of the small,
Annoying and unnecessary things she does.
Day in, day out.
Night after night after night.
And whilst your so busy loving and hating her,
You no longer realise,
She is your be all and end all.
She is the air you breathe.
The air you depend on
The air that can be so easily intoxicated yet so pure,
That even without one breath you feel as though you are dying.
Walking into the complete unknown,
The same unknown you have known
Your entire life.
And before either one of you realises,
Your lives are over with nothing to reflect, ponder or remember upon,
Other than your passionate and compassionate love and hate,
For one another.
Because is that not each human beings goal in life?
Is it not to fall in love and be happy and content?
This is what society, society and society alone preprogrammed us to think.
Be the air that some one else breathes.
And if at the end of it all,
You feel as though,
You hate the woman you love,
And she loves the man she hates,
Then and only then can you stand up as an individual of the world and tell
Pompous and dependent human being,
You and you alone,
Have found the only worthwhile accomplishment in life.
And that my friend,
Is to feel so alive with a passion that burns,
So deep into your soul,
That you see love and hate as equal.
Life and death.
Heaven and hell.
And everything in between.
The only thing you ever loved and hated. The only thing you ever cared about.
Ever even thought about.
And that my friend,
Is the woman standing in front of you.