His Second poem
I hate you, then I love you,
A battle fought without a clue.
In every glance, a storm ignites,
A tangled dance of days and nights.
Your presence haunts me, like a ghost,
I crave your touch, but hate you most.
How can it be, this pull, this fight?
I run from you, then seek your light.
My heart says one thing, mind says another,
I push away, then pull you closer.
Silent words that crash like waves,
Conflicted thoughts that never save.
I hate you for the way you know,
The parts of me I never show.
Yet in the silence, you still speak,
A love so strong, it makes me weak.
I hate you, then I love you, true,
A war that rages between us two.
Telepathic whispers in the dark,
Fighting fire, but leaving a spark.
And through this chaos, we remain,
Caught in this love, this joy, this pain.
For all the hate, the love still blooms,
In the quiet spaces, where it looms.
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