Another poem

It was initially a vent but I like how it turned out sooo

It’s a bit depressing so fair warning

I hate (love) you

No, I hate you.

I hate you for making me feel the things I hated.

The feelings so powerful they scared me.

You made me feel joy and love, you were a great friend and it felt so good and I loved you.

So I hate you.

I hate you for breaking my pattern of comfort in emptiness.

For making me see that emptiness is painful.

That joy and love are amazing.

I was afraid of those because they hurt.

But the pain also felt good.

How can something feel so good when it hurts?

You are my best friend.

Because you made me happy.

But I hate you for making me feel happy.

Because I was afraid to feel.

I was afraid to feel anything

Let alone happiness.