Love to Hate (a poem by Jack)

They’re cold…

The tears that caress my cheeks..

The honesty is refreshing…

For I loved you before I even knew of your existence…

I always felt you coming…

An imminence…of an immanence…

A self fulfilling prophecy… So when you arrived… I finally felt normal…not complete so much as copacetic…

But now this yearning pervades..

Of a strange type… A thirst..

Not for blood.. Not for death… Not for destruction… But just to kill…

Kill what? I don’t know… A worthy foe…

You can’t kill love because it never dies… It only hides and cowers… Constantly shapeshifting into any and all manners of presentation…

But killing love is worth the challenge..

Some things you can’t see without the right perspective…

Sometimes standing under the foot of hate places things in proper perspective…

You can finally see reality for what it is… You can see love and hate as the energy it really is…

The same…

So when I said I loved you before I knew you…

I knew we were never meant to be before you uttered a word..

For that love was slain before it ever could be…

And these chilled tears gliding across my cheeks… Only reinforce what must be done…

And honestly… This hatred is quite refreshing…

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