Love Me, Hate Me

Love me

like I’m easy to understand—

like my edges don’t cut,

like my silence doesn’t mean anything

you’d have to sit with.

Hate me

when I don’t fit the version

you built in your head—

when I don’t stay soft,

don’t stay still,

don’t stay yours.

Love me

in the moments I’m light—

when I laugh,

when I lean in,

when I feel like something

you can hold without effort.

Hate me

when I pull away,

when I ask questions

you don’t want to answer,

when I stop pretending

I don’t see everything.

Because I am both—

the part you reach for

and the part you resist.

I am the warmth

and the warning.

The comfort

and the confrontation.

So go ahead—

love me,

hate me—

just don’t expect me

to be only one

so you can feel safe.

I was never meant

to be easy.