Love And Hate Poem by Vincenca Hathor

Love and hate are neighbours
Living in the same house
Pain is their lovechild
Who never leaves their side
Love and hate are such strange bedfellows
But they seem to get along just fine
Pain is the product of their love
But it's also the source of their strife
Pain is the only thing that keeps them together
It's what makes them feel a bit alive
Without pain, their love would wither and die
So they cling to each other
This strange and dysfunctional pair
And though it hurts, they wouldn't have it any other way
They never learned it any differently.