Transformation

A poem about the juxtaposing equality of love and hate.

Everybody always says

That the best time of their life

Is when they are in love

I say it's the worst time of your life

Because love changes

Love changes everything

Love changes love

You never come out

The same as you go in

Love is a brutal machine

With a dangerous output

When you come out

You never want to go in again

Because it's difficult to want to love

When everybody you ever loved

You now hate

I hate hating

But hate loves love

Because whenever I love

It results in hate

And the only solution

Is to stop the machine

You don't get the output

If you don't give the input

But it's not that easy

It never will be

Because as much as I hate hate

I also love love

Once you go through once

You're never the same

And once you hate once

You're never the same

I just want to be happy

But there's only one way

And that is to love

But not to hate

Had I never loved first

I wouldn't be hating

And if I did not hate

Than I would be happy

But you never know that

When you go in

You must have input

To see the output

The output is a poison

That cannot be cured

It may only be delayed

By more input

So it all boils down

To a single decision:

Love who you will hate

Or never love at all?