Dear Adam Poem by Amanda May Moore

What is it in you that I wanted to love?
And now I am full of what is known as hate.
I do not wish to hide this as a secret-
It is unfortunate that you make me sick.
I know that this feeling will soon disappear.
So with that there is no reason to have fear.

The only thing is I know not what I fear,
What I do know is that it cannot be love
Because that is what makes all bad disappear.
I wish to have a way to dispose this hate
This is needed so that I will not be sick.
Tell me what I need to do, what’s the secret?

You kept from me so much, fine—keep your secret.
You should have been yourself—without any fear.
Now that it is over I know you aren’t sick
Because you have found a new (but old) love.
You chased after me anyway, this I hate.
Hope that all your love to her would disappear.

Well obviously it didn’t disappear.
Something like that never does, that’s no secret.
There was no absence of like, nothing of hate.
I wonder what it was that made you have fear.
If you found it why then did you lose that love?
Perhaps ‘twas the wrong time, leaving your heart sick.

As the time passes I feel less and less sick.
Feelings once had, I eschew to disappear.
There never was present what I want in love.
I will discover what’s my heart- its secret.
For now though, I will give all without such fear.
Giving to one what I should give, bury hate.

I will open my heart and rid me of hate
Because I am done with this feeling of sick.
I only hope you will live too not in fear.
Rid it from your soul and make it disappear.
And if it still exist don’t keep it secret.
For having this confidence will strengthen love.

I’m sorry for hate. But it did disappear.
And with it being sick, I’ll keep no secret.
So remember not to fear to let in love