Love, Hate.
Both are an affection, an addiction to someone or something.
Roses are beautiful;
full with soft smooth petals
but also full with jagged untrusting thorns.
Everything has love and hate qualities.
but to love it,
to hate it,
to cherish it,
or dismay it.
To let it shine in the daylight, or to lock it, throw away the key and forget it.
Why do we chose one but not the other to say about things.
Why do we try to forget only the things we hate, and to keep close only the things we love?
To love or to hate.
It doesn't matter.
I chose to keep close all the things I love and hate and not forget them, even if they hurt me.

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Wet streams of tears fall down my face.
People know me but don't know the case.
Sometimes I let these feelings out,
But most of the time I let them fly about.
I'm locked behind closed doors
Thinking about all my horrors.
Losing your love, to the above,
Breaks all the strong,
Making them fall; but for how long?

A roller coaster spiraling down.
A rocky road going up and down.
Mostly down.
A never ending fall.
A first class trip in the sky.
I have fallen so many times and don’t want to get back up.
But I do always just to live the good times.
I have had the highest highs and the lowest lows.
And I keep pushing through when others think I wont, cant and never will.
But I always do.
I keep moving on just for the times I have the time of my life and hope it will never end.
But it does.
I fall and get up again, and again it hasn’t ended yet but when it does I will finish on top.

By ME ♥♥