Love and Hate

By Katrina Manapat

Six months flew quickly,
Here I am, longing for thee
Though hatred filled me up before
Now I’m waiting on your door

Every step is solely dedicated
Hoping I might see you lose your hatred
That if you’d see me, you’d welcome me
With wide arms and stories of glee

Then I finally saw your face
But still, there’s a tenacious space
I want to kiss and hug you
Yet something prevents me to.

You were uttering new words, yet old
Your pride’s never sold.
You’re still the guy I know
Who stands and acts on every show

Love? Yes, I still do.
Hate? Oh yes, and it grows, too.
I want to get you back in my life
But I want to push you in the lonely strife.