If hate had arms...
It would carry weapons and throw knives.
It would make it so that no dream created
ever had a fighting chance.
Nothing survives.
It would take even when there's nothing.
It wouldn't leave once it's done.
It would rip apart a game
that it feels it clearly should have won.
It would not be quiet.
It would become a voice in your mind.
That constantly tries to convince you
that love is too hard to try to find.
It will appear out of nowhere
when you feel at your best.
It will seem to be everywhere,
it will not stop to rest.
It will be on the sidelines,
praying for your demise.
It might be front and center,
actually some of your best friends.
Surprise...
It might be hidden glances,
jealous comparisons you never knew.
Somebody out there right now hates...
That they could never be you.
Might express itself too honestly.
Or at least that's what it will say.
Hides behind the fact
that they don't care about you anyway.
It will try to find you.
Pretend it's just a little trip.
And then one day quickly,
it will take on a stronger grip.
Until it's hard to breathe,
and it will not stop to care.
It will hide itself behind saying like,
"You take things so seriously, I swear!".
It will leave you empty,
it will never look back.
And it will collect all your insecurities
and make sure you're still keeping track.
It will pretend that it wants you to disappear.
Just because it could never admit
how your presence brings it fear.
Because love...
is all around us.
Love memorized your name.
And even if hate had arms...
Love would hold it all the same...
