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Hate

It would be for the best

  If I let you go

 Because now

I hate poetry

    I hate music

I hate books

    I hate movies

I hate chess

    I hate the guitar

I hate the dragonfly

    And I hate the stars

They all constantly remind me of you

    I hate my life right now

I am haunted by you

    And what you did to me

I ache

   I always ache

You did this to me

   This is your responsibility 

You lied

   And tried to hide

Your true self

   And even after I accepted you

And forgave you

    You still pulled away

You never planned to stay

    Be honest

I was never going to be enough

   You were never going to trust

You were always hiding

    Every kiss was a mistake

Every hug was a heart break

    Every time we fucked

It was a lie

   Everytime we touched

You broke my trust

    Every text you sent

Makes me sick

    I hate you for this

I hate that I miss you

    I hate that I love you

I hate all of this.


CH 2/10/26

 
 
 

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