Love And Hate Poem by Marcquiese Burrell

I hate it when we fight
I hate it when we break up temporarily
I hate it when I see you cry
time doesn't seem to stop
when the hand touch the heart on the clock
I hate it when hurt enters the picture
for a new portrait would replace the frame
I love the way you love me
I love the way you breathe life into my soul
I love that I can trust you
No lie can make me feel safe
and somehow you seem to know that
when you hold me in your arms
what is old become something new
No more sorrows or heavy blues