In english we say : {I want to hate you …}
In poetry we say: {It all started once, they say its beautiful, they say its nice, why can't I feel it, why never did I, ive always felt outcast, well tell me. Why do still i.
wethouth permission, You entered my life, you stole my soul, you broke into my heart. Im not being romantic, im just saying a fact...
its not beautiful its not nice; explain it , just tell me why…
They say it always ends well; I'm aware, noting last, but why can't I feel it? Why never did I?
They say its a unique experience, distinctive feeling; why can't I feel it? Why never did I?
Maybe its your fault; maybe youre toxic; maybe youre not; maybe its me; try not to blame me.
I'm unfamiliar with the thing they call love.
I don't know what you did; I don't know how you did, but you lost my soul, you broke my heart...
I once knew how to laugh, I once knew how to live, then you came and you took that away...
i dont know how to feel; I don't know what I want, but I know what I need and i need you away.
you entered my life from my opened door; i want to close it, so please go out, please go away...
go out of my life, out of my brain , out of my soul, out of my heart, please go out of ME...
Im selfish I know, and I'm sorry for that, but I just realized that the one who needed to be prioritized in my life was never you, but me, and it will always be...
sorry again , mybe you care, mybe you dont, but i know what i need...
I NEED YOU OUT.
I NEED YOU AWAY. }