Written by wordsforghosts, this is a raw, direct poem about a relationship that is wearing thin but isn't finished. The speaker opens with the idea that only people who love deeply can hate deeply, and then admits to a bleak kind of waiting, as if being despised might feel more real than whatever has come before. Life feels thin and fading, like vapour rising off a shrinking lake.
Even so, the speaker looks back at a clumsy beginning and worries that the dignity the couple have built since is starting to crumble. The questions that follow are honest and a little tired: is it naive to keep caring when the odds are poor?
The answer comes as a decision. The speaker is "all in," holding nothing back. The tone shifts from doubt to defiance, with blunt, swearing, urgent language. The ending, with its demand for the impossible and its laughter at the improbable, leaves a mood of stubborn, reckless hope.