The thin Line

Isn’t it funny.
I’m enjoying  hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. 
Love is temperamental. 
Tiring. 
It makes demands.
Love uses you. 
Preys on your weaknesses
Insults your intelligence 
Its pitiful 
Deceptive
It changes its mind… 
But hatred, now. 
That’s something you can use. 
Sculpt.
Wield. 
It’s hard or soft, however you need it.
Love humiliates you, 
But hatred cradles you
Amplifies the pain 
So much so you begin to love it 
It understands its place
There are no Confusions 
It’s so soothing.
Youre certain 
The abhorrence you feel cant be contested  
This feeling is life
I feel infinitely better now