Love a simple word with complexities all of its own
But, I speak it with a stutter.
I have witness more of horrors of hate as to love.
There were only few shown me love
But, the majority of this love is to call or treat someone as a friend.
I could speak of hate as if it is normal day.
The love that I hate is more filled with lies and misconceptions
But, it is not my desire to learn love that way.
I cannot say that I am sole to blame for this love
But, my hate is not all of my design either.
I wish that I could describe the love that I want as to the hate I have witnessed.
There are those who choose to exploit my desire upon my quest of love.
I can tell you what I love
But, I cannot give a sound conviction as to why.
I would rather discard the things that I hate
But, I am blessed that not all resurface unless an unforeseen event triggers them.
It would even sound that I hate this world.
I could even describe what hate to what others describes as a love
But, I have gotten ostracized as if I want or desire it.
What comes next of understanding my love is anyone’s guess.
It is really inscrutable to tell when I will find it
But, the hate whether imagined or experience clouds my eyes from seeing true love.
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