An Errant Sputnik

the truth is, i used to hate you.
it was the only thing about the storm inside me that felt natural and safe.

and every time you hurt me, i would hurt you back, thinking that I could give you the hate I made

but i learned faster than you that hate takes up all the room inside.
it doesn’t get smaller when shared.
there was no room to love myself when I hated you.

so i cleared out all the space you used to occupy and i filled it with soil and I planted seeds
I have no idea what will grow, but it has to taste better than what was there before