I hate you...
That is what my head has finally decided but as I ponder on this decision I'm trying to find reasons to back up my reason and.....
nothing.
Not one piece of evidence.
The thing is, I have every reason to hate you.
You go out a lot and you stay out late and here I am wondering what you're doing who you're with what the hell you're up to and still.....
nothing.
Not one doubt in my heart.
Yes, I specified my heart because my mind has a mind of it's own and as I try to convince it of all the reasons that you'd never in any sort of way hurt me nor have I given you a reason to, it still doubts.
So I let it take me to all the possible scenarios where you'd do me wrong and I try to find by any possible means in which this can be true and again.....
nothing.
Not one second do I mistrust you.
Although all good things must come to an end....
I wish you to be forever.
YOU ARE READING
Perpetuity.
Poetry(n) the state or quality of lasting forever. 1. Serendipity 2. Stay 3. Perpetuity 4. Epiphany All copy rights of the cover belong to the artist.
