It is always hate that people try to destroy but love is the one that causes more mischief. Love can be detested if it comes too little, or if there is too much whereas hate is fine until it quantifies as a lot. But even then it only has one way of acting out, when on the other side love can destroy, create, explode, implode, protect or let go when it crosses the limit.
Hate only has one side, there is just hate, if you hate then it is just hate but love can be dreamy, and sweet, it can make you warm but it can also turn ugly and be a foul thing that drive humanity away. Even in the animal kingdom too much love can annoy, or if it turns ugly it can cause harm to the recipients, or create a jealousy. Love even breeds hate, and transforms into but hate is only hate, and if anything can form a respect. The ability to love is natural yet hate must be a conscious action.
When you hate, you can attack, but they can also defend easily. Or you can ignore, sometimes this is a harsher treatment, but it causes no side great pain (at least if hate is mutual). Love in contrast though seeks to rule both head and heart, it can destroy from the inside that which feels it, and it can plague those who are the receiver. It will not forget, it will not relent, it is all consuming, and forever is unsatisfied with how much it holds. Love is a dictator when it has control whereas hate will subside when it feels victory.
Love goes beyond the grave.
Hate moves on when the object is gone.
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i have the image of an angel and a mermaid in the forefront of my mind,
they hold their breath whilst in flight,
through an element out of sight,
the angel gazed down upon the mer,
and the maid looked towards the skies,
neither could touch but both could adore,
and they met each night on the moonlit shore.
She danced in the swirls of the rain, oblivious to her shadowy audience the other side of the caged bars. She did not see them, she did not feel for their existence, and so she danced on. Twisting as though her body was serpentine with no limbs, but her legs rose seductively from the floor to her hips and her arms would encircle her body as she danced and danced inside her prison.
She has not stopped her dance, and so the rain kept falling inside the roof of her little open room, amazing those she did not look at. Keeping her eyes closed she could almost feel the luscious leaves of her homeland caressing her bare skin as if she was dancing through the forest again. Her heart shuddered and her eyes opened just a fraction, a fraction enough to see the cold grey entrapment that kept her from the forest. She could not even see any green in this sadistic place. She couldn’t even smell it.
She could hear the mumbling of the savages now, laughing at her for dancing without music. What did they know, dancing came from the heart. But then they had never showed evidence of owning one, so of course they wouldn’t know.
The rain stopped hitting her shoulders, and she felt the cold concrete floor seep through her nude legs, she hadn’t realised she sat on the floor, until the hard scratchy surface tore her skin. The eyes on her grew bored eventually; moving on to whatever else was trapped, she heard painful screeches to her left in a different cage she couldn’t see but knew was there. Only a few men had stayed, vile lecherous faces on her, making obvious signs they were enjoying her nude state behind the bars. Looking as though they wished they didn’t part her, but also so relieved she couldn’t get close to them. If she could, they all knew she would tear out their hearts. Vile humans. She curled in on herself, hiding her body from their ugly eyes; they each frowned and moved on, no longer able to see what they wanted.
A drop of water hit her knee, and she wondered how the rain had started without her dancing but then she felt the stream along her cheek bones, and found she was crying.