Stuck in the Middle.

Love is a thing

It is beautiful

It is the place

everyone wants us to be.

It makes people stupid

ever heard of it

"Stupid with love?"

It is true

Then it all shatters

Because hate is a thing

And there is always

something to hate.

What happened?

In the middle of it all?

What made love

turn to hate?

I may never know

There was love

then their was hate

It seemed to change in mere seconds.

So what is there?

Is it subtle?

Is it too hard for me to see?

Maybe.

Maybe in the middle,

It is growing up.

It is slowly starting to despise.

It is noticing things.

Maybe it is the removal

of those rose tinted glasses.