Hate and Love. Got this idea from the song "I Hate Everything I Hate About You by Three Days Grace"
I hated her
She made me sick.
Everything she said made me angry
I wished her to be gone
For me to never see her face again
So why when I'm alone I think of her?
Why did I come home to her harsh glare?
Why do I love her?
She hated me.
Everything I said was wrong
Everything I did made her angry
She wished I was dead
She wished I was gone
So why when I left she was depressed?
Why when I didn't come home she cried herself to sleep?
Why did she love me?
We hated each other
So why did we need each other so much?
Why couldn't we be apart?
Why did we love each other more then anything else?
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Love is an emotion. Like pain it can be tamed. It can be broken. And eventually...it can be left behind