All I can do is kiss you, Through the bars of a rhyme..

I know love isnt permanent, but what about hate? I once read that the opposite of love isnt hate, its indifference. But isnt either one an absence of love? Thats whats important surely.

Hate changes you, makes you look at the world differently, (well so does love, but this is about hate). Ive always been able to let go of the love, but the hate stays with me. Its like a part of my life and my mind was dyed the vibrant shade of puke green, and no matter how hard I try I cant dye it any other shade. I can sometimes ignore the presence of the colour, but if you scratch the surface a little bit its still there. Glowering at you from under your skin, waiting to get out and Hulk-ify you.

I hate women with pierced belly buttons, because a boyfriend once told me a gurl with one was hotter than I was. I couldnt give a shit about that boy now, but every time I see a woman with one I feel a jolt. I hate trains, women with tiny waists (though these chicks I might have hated anyways, bloody bitches), the word decent, the country of Japan and everything that comes from it, fridge doors, candy floss, Sujan Singh Park and kur kure for similar reasons (there are others but I will spare you).

Is hate a stronger emotion? Does it get its roots into us deeper and more efficiently than the now hallmarkised and outmoded concept of love? Can we hate better than we can love?

For a refreshing change from todays overly sentimental societal value system, lets do something new! Sit your closest loved one down, and tell them evrything you hate about them and always will. I mean you could die unexpectedly, maybe tomorrow, and then they would never have known. Dont waste a moment. Do it now.