Being hated burns

Burns deep

Despite the hate I may 

Hold for that, well, hater

I still have this desire to

Be liked, or loved, or...

So I try to forgive 

Because I know how they may feel

Feeling that hate beating down

Like a wrathful summer day

But then I get caught in this jumble of

Bodies and Intentions

Unable to complete my mental gymnastics

With their hatred getting in the way

Suddenly I'm back at the beginning

Hate-- Pain 

My Hate-- Pain for me (on behalf of them)

Mutual Hate -- Does not cancel it out

Now I'm not a numbers person

But the emotional math certainly doesn't

Make any sense to me either

Maybe others are better at this 

Empathetic Arithmetic

Maybe I'll acquire the skill later

Perhaps it requires Zen,

Which I obviously don't contain a shred of 

But regardless of it all,

I want that hated individual to know that

Everybody here wants You

Including me, regardless of the 

Hatred I feel, there's hardly ever malice

I'm just bitter and stubborn

The grudge may exist but it shouldn't create

A barrier to growth for either party

Or that wrathful sun aforementioned

I dwell and I dwell and I dwell

I've begun to realize that letting go is not an action

Or a process

Or even a thing that happens

At the end of it all this hate will always be 

A part of me somewhere

Even when it's unseen

Like the air standing still, 

Waiting for it's moment to dramatically 

Gust through the curtains of a 

Midwestern home on a lazy morning

But apparently, my body allowed this 

Dissapating hate

This must mean that somewhere 

Deep inside my emotional core  

I need that hatred, perhaps to build on

Or just to have the negative chi lying around

After all,

We must have the bitter with the sweet

The dark with the light

The happy with the sad

And so

I know everybody here wants You