I hate the way it makes me feel when the love is gone

I hate how it hurts me when I need someone

I hate the way I need it
I have so much to give

I hate how others have it without even knowing it

I hate how it angers some, red faced in jealous rage

I hate how it holds me ,and how it can never be replaced

I hate how it makes me feel thinking about growing old
and having to live without it, as I live all alone

I hate love when people I love must leave

I hate it when I am wrong

But there's one thing about love I hate the MOST, about it I will not lie...

I hate how without it, it makes me want to die.
© J.P Belt