I remember what you asked me the other dayAbout the things I loved.

I’m not sure what you meant by itwhether you meant the big things, the small things

the simple things, the radical thingsthe unimportant things ad the important things

Nevertheless, I told you all the sameI told you all those things, everything,

and about how I loved youThen I asked you

‘What do you love?’ and you told meabout how you loved the stars ad the give and the take of the ocean’s waves

And you said you loved me toowe agreed how content we are with our lives,

and how there are so many things to loveI loved the fact that we weren’t our favorite loves

That the sun was our favorite loveHow it gives until there’s nothing else to give

And that it shines on the moonThe moon, as beautiful as it is, is a big ball of dust

with craters that may as well be pimples on a pre-teens facebut the sun still shines

‘How could such a thingShine its light on meAnd make everythingBeautiful, again.’

I remember how we agreed how content we are with our liveshow easy it is to lovehow there are so many things to love

But you asked me something new todayand as precious as our past was

It was never something so profound when you asked me‘What do you hate?

I hate bad driversI hate when people don’t signal when they turnI hate when people signal but don’t turn

I hate the fact that I can’t even driveI hate the fact that I drive people crazy all the time

I hate the fact that I can’t tell my left from my rightI hate politics

It brings out the worst in people (then again, so does college football)I hate watching sports when I can’t play themI hate watching sports when I can play them

I hate it when people post things on social networks about how their parents annoy themI hate it when I post negative things about my parents

I hate being the middle childI hate paying for all the mistakes my brothers make

I hate it when my brothers blame me and I get in troubleI hate the fact that when I blame my brothers and I get in trouble

I hate the fact that I can get in trouble for writing thisI hate getting in trouble

I hate the fact that I can’t writeI hate the fact that I can’t sing

I hate having insecuritiesI hate it when other people complain about their insecurities

I hate it when I complain about mineI hate the fact that I’m insane

I hate the fact that I’m unnaturally outgoingI hate the fact that I’m fearless

I hate the fact that I’m weak

I hate it when I’m angryI hate the fact that no one is more dangerous than me when I’m angry

I could beat up Chuck Norris.I hate the fact that I’m comfortable

I hate the fact that I can walk up to a random personthat I have not met prior to that moment

tell them that I love themand it be true

without the fear of rejection or negative thoughtsI hate the fact that I’m so self-conscience of people’s negative thoughts of me

I hate it when I’m forgottenI hate it when I’m remembered and it isn’t a positive conversation about me

I hate the fact that you’re just a dreamI hate the fact that I don’t know what a true relationship looks like

what it feels likewhat if smells like

I hate the fact that I’ve faced more rejections than acceptancea billion to one

I hate the fact that I don’t have a billion dollarsI hate the fact that I don’t have a dollar

I hate the fact that my family never has enough moneyI hate the fact that I’m blessed with such a family

I hate it when people complain about their great familiesI hate it when I complain about my great family

I hate the fact that I’m not perfectI hate the fact that the world thinks it’s perfect

I hate how selfish the world isI hate how selfish I can be

I hate the fact that there are never enough rocks

I remember when I was in line for Pizza Hut BuffetThere was a large woman behind me who had the most

stern, impatient look on her facethat I had ever seen

They had run out of cheese pizza, and they said‘We’ll have more out in two minutes,’

and suddenly this woman began to curse and yellIn that same moment, thousands, if not more, would be going to bed

StarvingI hate how impatient this world can be

I hate how broken this world isI hate how broken and impatient I can be

I hate it when people treat others poorlyI hate it when I treat others poorly

I hate the fact that people don’t know what True Love is likeI hate the fact that I am willing to jump in front of a bullet for anyonebut I haven’t been willing to do so to show them what True Love is like.

I hate the fact that I don’t have my priorities straightI hate the fact that I don’t know what my priorities are

I hate the fact that I am content with a broken worldI hate it when I’m told what I’m feeling is wrong

I hate it when I’m told to always be happy when I’m notWhen my grandpa dies, I’ll weep

And if someone is killed and the murderer gets away with it, I’ll get pissed.I hate the fact that I was told that Anger is wrong

That what I was feeling was wrongAnger is just your body’s way of telling you that your will has been blockedThat what you want to see happen, isn’t happening

I am intense when I am angry, but it takes a lot to get me angryTake someone who is tired, sleepy, exhaustedGet them angry, it’s like rocket fuel

There’s nothing wrong with your angerIt’s where your anger comes from

where it’s goingwhat you do with itthat makes it right or wrong

I don’t hate it when I’m angryI hate it when I’m angry at the wrong thingsI hate it when I’m not angry at the right things

I hate the fact that the world is content with being angry at the pettiest of thingsand not being angry at things bigger than itself

There are things worth getting angry aboutI want my anger to bring about a movement I want it to bring healing

I want my anger to be about something bigger

You ask me what I hateYou ask me what makes me angry

The fact that people settle for the moonThe fact that people get angry at the pettiest of things

The fact that their anger causes more angerrather than movement and healing

I want my anger to be about something biggerNot things like traffic,

college football, or getting my food two minutes late.

When I get angry, I want to bring about healing

If I’m on a rant and someone broken is nearbyI want to be able to stop, and share True Love with them

You are someone beautiful Someone who is fighting something bigger than yourselfYour pain brought healing, something I can only hope for in myself

But nevertheless, It’s my turn to askWhat do you hate?

What makes you angry?