We'll never meet
It's certain beyond all certainties
Doubtless unexpectedness
I hate you
You know well too
Even you hate me its true
Yours can never be love
Only an abstract feeling
With no reality to prove
Don't you ever think for once
I believe a word you write
They're beautiful no doubt
To read and muse, though
Scary feeling they infuse
There's nothing left to choose
You forget its not love that binds
Its hurt, the pain that asks to go
And see and break one self every time
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