For a Boy.

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Hate to love to hate you
love to hate to love you
the twist turn arounds
six feet off the ground
knocked back down
by silence
the loudest sound
echoing nothing off of tear stained walls
Pushing and shoving
then catching the falls
so this is love?
or is it hate?
Worst or favorite mistake?
You can’t let go of the right one
even though it feels so wrong
when you walk out the door you finally know
it was love all along
looking back he’s long gone
the walls tumbled down
now it’s only broken glass on the ground
if only there was a back space
something to help you erase
the tear stains
from the one you love to hate.





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