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Have you ever heard that saying before? Love is Murder. A cold case to be left in the shadows forever. A distant homicide that will keep you locked up forever, remembering the days that you were free. If love is murder....than what is hate? Bliss? People say you can't really hate someone. Hate and love are both four letter words that go hand in hand in this long journey we call life. If we can't hate....can we really love? Do we know how to love? Is it all an illusion? We may never know.


I've been in love before...or in something that the world, society and the media have all led me to believe is love. It was pure bliss. Every single day I'd come home from school with a vibrant smile that could turn anyones day around. A smile that made me feel as though I was flying. The feeling is and was amazing. Everything had been lifted off my shoulders, I was free. Freedom.

Now I regret ever letting him go. I feel as though I've been slaughtered by a hand that held my most deepest and darkest feelings and secrets. Someone that could shatter me with the flick of a wrist, one single word could tear me to shreds. I'd be left to bleed, open and numb forever. Was it love? Can someone be this torn apart from something other than love? Or has love turned into hate?

You tell me.