haine la plus forte

"what is the strongest hate"
i heard as someone said
and it made
me remember her face...
she was an angel
someone who seemed like fall
ever so changing and mature
with whom I'd feel secure
but she also had a tornado inside her
a silent yet deafening murmur
and me? i was a rain
always drained
and i was desert
always ready to blurt
total nonsesne and deep shits
always clenching my fists
and she...attracted me
and i could somehow feel
a string sense of love for that fall
and yet i got mauled
by her without herintention
and not to mention
the times i got hurt
when i hopelessly tried to flirt
she was the meaning of control and freedom
and i was a nomad whose life was to roam
and so i began to search for a chance
to express my feelings
but she already knew them yet she had a mean-ing
streak and ignored them, became close
and once i knew it i shut the door
and went back to the drawing board
and all that love stored turned dark
and left a mark...
slowly i walked up to that man and said
"once love darkened is the strongest hate.....

#Protéger (formerly known as #felicity)
-Yakaa: Jujaan