Hate
by Laurel Curtis
Roses are red,Violets are blue.Life can be messy,And love can be too. Most people say that it’s not important where you’re going, but instead, how you get there. Unfortunately for me, the journey to love was absolutely agonizing. Love and Hate wrestled with my life day after day, year after year, and the only way to stop it was to let one of them win. Which one? I fought to love harder. But I loathe my love story.