Daily Journal

Certainly Uncertain

You know when butter is burnt

Black and rancid

Or when the dog doesn’t like you,

Fangs poised, growling, bloodshot eye whites, tiny pupils fixated on your slightest tremble.

Hate and disrespect are easy.

Love is Hard.

She knew I was calling, why didn’t she answer, why doesn’t she call back, she says she loves me…

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