Apr 3, 2025
Me and love hate each other; we don’t go hand in hand, and we never try to. I don’t look for it, and it doesn’t come searching for me.
Me and love hate each other, so when, by some cruel mistake, we cross paths, I punch it in the face and walk past without a second glance.
Me and love hate each other, so when, on rare nights, I think maybe, just maybe, I should go looking for it, love vanishes, slipping into a hole so deep, so hidden, that I’ll never be able to find it. And maybe that’s how it’s meant to be; me and love, sworn enemies in a game neither of us wants to play.
But who knows? Maybe one day, when I’m too tired to fight and love is too tired to run, we’ll sit down, call a truce, and finally meet......
