Hate Part 2

Ever since I was little ive hated certain things

People, showers, my parents. . . sometimes

Ever since i was little they’ve told me, 

“Hate is a strong word”

And maybe it is

But I’m a strong girl with strong feelings

And sometimes, I hate you

But what blows my mind

Is that even in the fighting and the screaming and the broken once dreaming

Even in the chaos and the loss

I realize not all is lost

Because even when i hate you

Which yes, i do

Even when my emotions flare, my eyes narrow into a glare

I realize something then and there

The opposite of love is far from hate

I need to differentiate

The emotionally charged red feeling

That slams you in the gut and sends you reeling

The affliction that i sometimes claim as mine

But this hate is not to mind

Because the opposite of love is not hate

It's not anger

It’s not feeling

It’s indifference

It’s apathy

For even when the train wrecks

And we see both sides have tried their bests

That sliver of love, of yearning for the best

Creates unrest, is put to the test

And often it can harbor resentment

But really we just have to redirect it

Because when you hate, you care

When you don’t care, there’s nothing there

And it would hurt so much more knowing that no one cares

Than to have you hate me, that would be fair