I hate love...and I am scared of it....
because it makes me feel,
and it makes me fear,
and it makes me vulnerable,
and because it makes me sincere....
I hate love...and I am scared of it....
because it makes me care,
and it makes me worry,
and it makes me guilty,
and because it is a mystery...
I hate love...and I am scared of it...
because it makes me weak,
and I knew this always,
that it will make me human,
but I still made the mistake...
and now I hate me for it...
because my heart is gone,
and my mind is hurting,
for I am not human enough,
and now I cant stop this bleeding...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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