TWO LINES

 [I hate Love]

I love you.

I don't want to do this anymore. 

Two lines we all relate to,

two lines we've all felt deeply. 

We tend to forget the events that occurred 

between these lines. 

The magnitude and the gratitude that built those two destinations. 

Between those two lines lies the word admiration but you did not see it because you were too focused on those two lines. 

I know you went back to check if the word was really there, 

but it's too late. 

The same way by the time we realise we admire these people,

It's too late. 

I still try to understand or make sense of how we go from I love you to silence, 

My everything to strangers,

My heart belongs to you, 

To the hollow emptiness in my soul. 

Those two lines have been the driving force of our lives. 

Two lines that build and destruct,

that finds balance with character development for our feelings.

Why do those two lines make us forget that we are still great lovers outside of those words, 

Why does one make me euphoric and delusional

Whilst the other makes me wish my world ended in 2012 

But it didn't;

Because even those two lines couldn't keep a lover like me locked up,

caged up,

as if I did not deserve to dance to the harmonic sounds of freedom. 

I love you.

I don't want you anymore. 

Thank you for teaching me that love can hurt and be peaceful simultaneously,

Because without those two lines,

I would have probably used them as a noose,

hanging from the ceiling, 

motionless,

speechless,

like when I first heard you tell me I love you.