despair

Id rather deal with the ruthless pain and
hate you with utmost purity
rather than love someone
blooming with idealistic measures.

Id rather have the authenticity of my gut and feelings
guide me over rather than build little pickets of fences
that surround my self with little lies of illusions

Id rather be the relentless little Dover
rummaging her way through the
vast expanse of universe
rather than stay holed up somewhere
in between sacred threads and
surmountable passions.