What is more real
that which happens
knowing that you will see
Or that which happens
despite knowing
you may never see
What is more blind
the way I saw all your
assaults as frantic efforts
to hear me cry out your name
or the way you did not
see all my escapes
as frantic efforts to stop
a natural force
What is more blind
Love or hate?
What ties you forever?
Love or hate?
I untied the knot; I was free when I loved
I have little experience with getting over hatred