I love you and I hate you

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Can't really admit the hate that I have for you 

Because the love I have for you exceeds that hate

I am out here looking for a balance of both 

I think I hate you more than everyone and everything 

But still I love you like you financed the air I breath 


Tried to be with others and in other places

But it gets impossible 

I just don't know how to 

It gives me the feeling not to belong 


Said that I know where to find you 

I am convinced it's time I come for you 

There is just this question 

"Do you want to be found?"


You gave me love and life in every form 

For  a minute, I thought my prayers were answered 

But that was a dream barely something real 

You took them as you gave them 


you got me faint hearted 

I'be on cloud 9 gazing at you 

I forget being broken hearted 

within the fondness of you


My heart calls for you 

My mind adores you 

My body craves for you 

With those feels, I love you and I hate you. 

Glad to see you here, My name is Colette MUKAGATERA welcome to my personal blog. I'm an aspiring writer since 2016. I will be sharing experiences, love stories, poetry, and anything else that can be expressed in written form.

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