I told you I hated you.
It hurt me more than you could imagine.
I would tell you I’m sorry for saying it but, I won’t.
Honestly I want it to make you hurt.
To get back at you for all the times you’ve hurt me.
Even though it’s mostly my fault.
I keep running back to you.
Always.
I’m not the kind of person to keep things inside.
If I feel something, I’m going to let it out.
Maybe that’s a mistake of mine.
Maybe I shouldn’t tell you at all.
Maybe then you’d come back..
NO.
Forget it.
I can’t deal with this anymore.
I can’t allow myself to get my heart broken by you again.
You’ve done enough harm.
I wish I didn’t care for you so much.
So then I could just let you go and move forward.
After arguments with you, I wish for amnesia.
I’d forget anything ever happened between us and that I ever met you.
But, I’m hurt and there’s no going back.