Riley Clarke
I am supposed to hate you. My mother said so.
Some say Hate only follows where Love has already touched.
If this theory is the truth then one can question if I did love you for I do not hate you now. Can it be possible that Cupid’s arrow merely skimmed my flesh?
Or have I proved this philosophy to be false?
“hate is to love as love is to hate”
the theorists will say.
No.
love is to love.
That is simply it.
To feel the warmth from someone else’s smile does not open the door to despise that smile all the same.
UNDERSTAND
Love has no other agenda than loving.
It is us with our human minds that give in to the sickness of vile thoughts.
It is this illness that ages us.
That shrivels our brains and our bodies.
It is our love that separates us from the animals and our hatred that separates us from the angels.
A balance defined as humanity.
I too am a victim of our sickness.
Yet I do not hate you although I do not deny the accusation of cursing your good name.
But I free those curses from my body too hastily to let them be hate.
That is defined as only anger.
Hatred is too deeply committed to a person to leave in such a hurry.
You have jabbed, poked holes in my heart.
To love is to love.
I do not know how many leaks in my chest there would have to be for me to stop caring for you.
For I have no control over where my love journeys to and where it stays.
My love may never leave.
It has found a nice hammock to sway on and rest.
Stay, Love.
Sleep your days away peacefully undisrupted.
By your name, Fool, Love will sleep.
But I cannot keep my heart from longing for the day She might awaken.
My heart may grow desperate even dangerously so.
It may set alarms near the hammocks in attempts to stir Love awake.
It may scream in Love’s ears or shake her shoulders so hopelessly.
But my mind, my limbs, my hair, my teeth, my veins, my freckles,
will be there too protecting the slumber for it knows to let Love sleep.
Each fiber in my body protecting my love for you, Fool
except for my heart who craves much more than that.
The heart can be foolish at times.
Let me love you restfully and from afar. That way I am okay.