Uprising

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"Love thy enemy"

Submitted: September 05, 2018

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When you're loved correctly, it changes everything. Especially when you finally love yourself. Even the way I interpret writing is different now, the way I hear what's said, the way words resonate with me. My own past experiences and how I savor the weight of proper channeled emotions.
My own truth.
People love to emphasize that hate serves no purpose and "it is poison for the soul." But poison was the glass he poured his love into, every night. Hate on the other hand... "Years of love have been forgot, in the hatred of a minute." -Edgar Allan Poe
Red. Hot. Hate.
Fuels me. Provided heat for the ember of me left in the center of my Pericardiacophrenic artery. Pumping searing heat through my body, Slowly dissolved the encasing, the ice coffin that was his, "I love you, baby."
Engulfed in its furious light, Hate. Stripped me of all ways he hung his past like mourning shrouds Upon my shoulders. Hung his memories Responsibilities, wrung them, Around my neck.
Hate allowed me to find myself, Love myself, It allowed me to align myself, So I could find the truth, So I could find my love, God's Grace, Some Peace.
I fell down in love. I rose in hate.
And I do. I hate him.


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