I don’t know if this is a poem
I know there’s a few words on my mind
About love
The cliché, I know I know
I’m thinking how I don’t really believe in love
And then it dawns on me
Love must really exist
Not because cupid came visiting with his arrows
Yuck (just kidding…I think)
But because I know the opposite of love
I know it’s the opposite of love
I hope it is the opposite of love
I hope there’s a counter emotion just as strong
Because I hate the idea
The idea that such a strong emotion could exist without a bright side
That you could drown in it and never glimpse the shore
So today I have decided love exists
It has to
It must
Because see the opposite of love
Is self loathing
A bottomless pit
The opposite of love
It’s a cancer that starts within
Hate
It eats you up
Tortures your corpse when it’s done with you
And then,
Only then does it spread out
So you see
Love must exist
It has to
