Challenge
I understand Old Age and Youth, Love and Hate, Reason and Rhyme, All and Nothing... It's the middle parts that I don't get.
Fiction and non-fiction, poetry and prose. Anything and Nothing goes. (Avid rule-breaking permitted.)
Stuck in the Middle.
Love is a thing
It is beautiful
It is the place
everyone wants us to be.
It makes people stupid
ever heard of it
"Stupid with love?"
It is true
Then it all shatters
Because hate is a thing
And there is always
something to hate.
What happened?
In the middle of it all?
What made love
turn to hate?
I may never know
There was love
then their was hate
It seemed to change in mere seconds.
So what is there?
Is it subtle?
Is it too hard for me to see?
Maybe.
Maybe in the middle,
It is growing up.
It is slowly starting to despise.
It is noticing things.
Maybe it is the removal
of those rose tinted glasses.
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