Think about love and hate for a while.

Hate is.... so much simpler. It just is.

And love, by contrast, is there in all its bloody varying degrees and extents; it's damned annoying. I hate love.

That sound ironical to you?

I don't care.

People say that love makes you want to be a better person.

Does it make you want to be a better person to try and please the person that you love? Or is it because you want to be "worthy" of that person? Or is it because you've made that person out to be too perfect?

What's the point of love if it only makes you hate yourself, then?


Craft your dreams like paper cranes
Wings that stretch
And never fly
Icarus laughs in Tartarus' blaze
For we all try to fly and fall
The wax burns
Melts its way through your fingers
And heart
This you crave you will not have
How you despise yourself
For what you are
But we all carve our own gods
Each grotesque and mocking
Such ridicule we bear
And in our blindness
We call it love

-Gerri, 6/8/03