A poem I never wanted to write
A fear I never wanted to fight
An ocean I never had the strength to cross
A tear I never wanted to wipe.
A dream that was too good to come true
Illusions, reality, mirages, the old and the new
A passion that had the power to destroy me
A hope that could kill so as to survive without you
Now I run, just to find what I have lost
And to lose whatever I have.
And I run, run away from me
To live, go on just to set you free.
I hate you, for my love cannot go beyond that
And I hate you to continue loving you
It’s my love for my destroyer
And my hatred for the survivor. For the fighter.
PS: These are just random thoughts and they have nothing to do with the dead or alive me.
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