The feeling of love.Covered by too many kisses formed into aggression.Hate.

But hate is not what i have. This is not the case.

For when i am away from you i feel miss placed.Robbed.

Like a criminal being robbed of what is his.Thinking do i deserve to feel all this.

Aggression.Hate.

Guided by feelings that were unsaid, Untied. So instead of the truth i spoke lies.

As i buttoned up my shirt i waved "Good Bye" to that Aggression,That Hate.