L o v e H a t e .

L o v e H a t e.

Dear My L o v e H a t e r,

That’s it!

I finally know what I am,

Made of air, dust

Treated like a lamb

Slowly, I’m groomed only to safety

When I’ve reached my destination;

I know you’ll hate me.

You Liar.

You do exactly what a liar does,

You say I’m wanted and show that I’m not,

Saying is just talking

Actions show a lot.

I’m a filler, only to fill the space,

I know I’m there

To only fill the space between my heart and my head.

You Iceberg.

Here stands a firm rock,

I’ll have you down

With one ship, one knock.

My time is up, L o v e H a t e r,

Any shock?

Slowly you melt in the cave of my heart,

L o v e H a t e radiating from each corner,

Each part

And you tell me not to disguise,

But how can I when all you tell me is lies?

You make me useless.

Shatter me down to pieces,

Just because of you, my freedom ceases,

People say we work together- Mastermind, the whole world needs us!

You fold me away in harsh creases.

You squish me down to mere and meaningless words.

I’m screaming out ‘Help!’ but obviously I’m not heard.

Absurd.

I thought I could,

But like failures, we couldn’t

My talent, hope and destiny,

Some things I wouldn’t.

I thought I shouldn’t.

I know I have it inside,

You told me I was a story,

Frankly another lie.

I know what I am now,

And I keep it inside me; together bounded and forever tied.

You told me I was a leader,

I drank that lie down too,

You told me I was front page business,

You told me I was good news,

Was I stupid?

Because I skipped the logic again and believed you.

You made my past;

What I was

And I L o v e H a t e you,

So thank you, because I deciphered now what I am,

I realised you actually told the truth,

What do you call someone that tells the truth; a truther or a trooper?

It doesn’t matter anyway, I’m the loser.

You told the truth trending in the wind and twisted with the sand.

When will I find it though?

When will I find that holy land?

You spoke and cursed my life

And, my dear, I gulped it in

You bittersweet lemon in my mind,

It’s unbelievable we were one;

We obliged.

For those tricky handiworks,

I let you win.

Bravo, superb, well done eh?

You’ve created a new sin.

I call it L o v e H a t e

For one is to love their brother, before themselves.

But how can you still love anyone with zero health?

Done.

Dusted.

End of story.

I bet you love-hate that line too.

I hope you regret reading my letter,

Of my L o v e H a t e to you.

From your H a t e L o v e r.

By Deborah Acheampong.