Hate Love

Our lives are shaped by those who love us and by those who refuse to love us. Love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest.

You tried to block the memory of one to protect self from pain. No matter how, you are just insignificant. What more can you do but let go knowing hurt will be invited anyway. The seeking of simple love becomes so worn out, it eats one up. Thought there is someone who really cared But it seems that one don't know how.

You hate love after many tries. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one person, no different from any other person, wanders into your stupid life.You give them a piece of you. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you. Then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It eats you up slowly. It leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like, 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt,It's a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

The feeling came creeping through and the hurt is still the same. The pain will ease in time and though it's over, the memories at one corner. Will you then try to love again? It ain't love that hurts, it is the absence of it that does. If you cry because the sun has set in your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars. So if you continue to let hurt set in your life, your wounds will prevent you from seeing true love. Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.

To hate or to love... to be hurt or to be love and to love... we all ride on the waves in love. There is true love for everyone. Just in time, not your time... but in time of love, love will set and complete everyone who has faith in it.

DiminishinG

Sounds and sights, our daily fellowship.
Time and tide, awaiting no one.
Family and friends, that kinship.
Who will be there to be the one?

Diminishing is the directions.
Diminishing is the humanity.
Diminishing is the human touch.
Diminishing is the human hearts.

The path is narrowing,
with much to be swallowed.
The time is clicking,
with much to be completed.

Diminishing... small, tiny to microscopic.
Something to nothing and nothing at all.