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.