Poetry Challenge - Day 363 People storm the capital and I heard the bells of war

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Poetry Challenge - Day 363 People storm the capital and I heard the bells of war
love
You fight with all your
      might,
you love with all yourÂ
      heart,
and when it breaks you’reÂ
       lost,
when you are lost you find
      yourself.
Finding yourself, you find theÂ
      purposeÂ
purpose. to. love. again.Â
- kikiÂ
I Don’t Hate Him At All
(Authors Note: This was inspired by the movie 10 Things I Hate About You because the poem in it is fricking brilliant.)
I hate that he’s always high. I hate that he told me he loved me then never did again. I hate how he ended things. I hate that he talks to me like nothing ever happened. I hate how much control he has over me. I hate how whenever I see him my day gets better. I hate how any stupid little thing could remind me of the memories. I hate that he doesn’t miss me. I hate his smile because it reminds me of why I fell in love with him. I hate that I don’t hate him at all. I think it’s crazy that one person could be everything you could ever ask for. Their flaws are your dreams. They’re everything to you, and in one second that everything could be gone.
l.h.
11:52 pm
Poetic words,
Dripping down the page.
Like dew on the grass on a Monday morning.
Innocent and new.
Giving new meaning to people who cannot find the meanings on their own.
To new found love,
To heartbreak,
To new beginnings,
To the end.
Words to comfort.
Words to love.
Words to hate.
Words,
Because in the end that is the one thing they cannot take.
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our soul...
— Edgar Allan Poe
bye 2020, it’s been weird.
hoping for better
Poetry Challenge - Day 357 Old Year