Hate

Even though that word hate may seem so Strong i use it all the time.
With passion, anger and hate beneath, love has crossed the line.
It looks so true and FELT so good but it only lasts a while.
So to be gone soon to be snatched I'm still here in denial.
Pop 1, pop 2, pop 3, pop 4,
that love is gone and pop goes one more.
The one i loved is now the one i hate because now the one i love she trying to penetrate.
She gets in my way and plots ways to make it twerk,
When all i ever did was try and make it work.
How much love can one give out before my heart breaks,
People stepping on it and then just throwing it in my face!
Should i just not love and be alone?
or should i love again and come crying home?