I could take a liking and/or fall in love for no reasons, but
never will I ever fuel my hate for no reasons.
Admiring people is easy and light. Some people just have to smile a little
too brightly to get me to love them silently.
Just hating a person drains you, actively showing them the hate you keep inside, eats you up.
I don't hate the ones who changed their mind halfway, saying they don't love me anymore.
Nor do the judges of whose expect things I cannot deliver and ousting it on me; and not the
small cuts of people not delivering what I expect of them.
Be it known to the world, I hold no rights to hate you who reject me unknowingly.
Anyone with differing views, with clashing opinions as ones I uphold,
hate is not always the describing word.
Cutting ties is not my colour of hate.
That's indifference.
That's me not giving a fuck.
My hate is of the same nature as respect.
It is earned.
I understand processing criticism, being defensive and caving in.
But by the end of it all, owning up to slip-ups is a responsibility.
Owning shit up should be sincerely tailed by sincere changes.
I'm taking a good look at myself, too, this on some spirituality boss-level lesson.
I said once that I never believed that people can change.
But they do.
Unexpectedly, they do.
When they say they are, or they did,
be reminded that they'll show it better than writing pages of apologies if it's sincere.
I let my guts lead, but never blindfolded.
Simply spelled, you done fucked up if I can't stand the sight of you.
