Hate is dark. It grabs all that is starving and makes it, its own. Wild affinities to the empty homes, it takes. But love.
I say, love is light. For even a tiny thread of glow, can throw a sparkle into a death kissed eye. He was empty, after she broke him down. He was powerless, to speak. For it was love that once filled that void in his soul. And I said, hate grabs all that is starving and makes it, its own. And so it did. He rose up, like a tyrant, when he was just a wonderful boy. A sweet innocent boy, on his own now.
He walked up to her. Not as a lover, this time. His fists, throttling with murderous intent. He looked at her, with complete spite. The beautiful girl, he used to carry upon the palm of his hand, like a flower, now at his despisal.
“I missed you”, she confessed in a bedridden voice. The devil crushing his skull died immediately. The hatred smothering with boulders, from behind his teeth, just fell.
And I said love is light, for even a tiny thread of glow can throw a sparkle into a death kissed eye.
“I missed you too”, he confessed, as a tear glistened, proudly, at the corner of his eye, before it dropped. That was
all love needed, and hate never stood a chance.