Of what he fears beyond hate
Maybe,
Just maybe.
That he doesn’t feel any hate.
He’s afraid.
Naming what he felt as love.
He lives in hate.
He had grown in hate.
He hated the mother who left him.
He hated the father who was gone.
He hated the world.
The world who did nothing.
Nothing but hate him.
Hate is what he only knows.
Yet, he felt fear.
He’s afraid of this unnamed emotion.
This absence of hate.
Telling that he never hated the girl before him.
He was afraid.
That it’s a feeling,
A love.
More tragic than what hate could offer.
In His Thoughts 