Hatred

Hatred;
Pure,
Unbridled,
Clear.
To hate...
Is a passion, so simple, so clear, so lucid.
Yet, this passion is borderline on its opposite
With a passion so strong, so sweet, so simple...who could not resist its charms?
For anyone without passion, is empty, is hollow...is dead.
And anyone, who truly hates, with every ounce of their being...is loving every second of it.
For the simplicity to hate; the thrill to have nothing to lose...is heaven.
To hate is to be in control, and to love is to tumble down the rabbit hole, like Alice.
Who could love, without hating the very act?
For love is complex, is confusing, is heartbreaking.
Who would agree that love is without turmoil, without pain, and without endless tears?
Hate, is without worry, without heartbreak, without jealousy.
It is the only relationship that is truly perfect in every shape, way, and form.