Love Letter

I wrote a love letter… 
There is something about 
Black ink on a white paper
Yes, I wrote a love letter

I bared it all, got emotionally naked
Undressing each emotion as it felt
Secretly expecting it to be reciprocated 
Until, I realised it was actually a hate letter

A hatred for someone who assumed, 
That love only means being together 
A hatred for someone who quit
Even before it could begin to wither.

Why are we afraid of responsibility 
Why are we so afraid of the future 
Why can not we enjoy the now
Why can not we accept the love?

Yes, I wrote a love letter 
There is something about 
Black ink on white paper