Poetry 1.0

But

by Ashleigh Roberts

I love when people share for they plant a seed

I love books but I hate to read

I love the stars but favour the moon and sun

I love sleep but from my dreams I’ve run

I love aloneness but hate the loneliness 

I love people but hate missing them; nolstalgia is a mess

I love to sing but my tar-filled lungs don’t think too much of it

I love music but I gave up on it

I love to write stories but most of them get lost in my memory

I love travel but hate that it’s temporary 

I love happiness but hate that it’s something you choose

I love poems but they give me the blues

I love hitting the golf ball but hate filling each divot 

I love my life but distaste my inability to live it