I hate the way you make me feel
like I fall just a tad too short
in every one of your god forsaken standards.
I hate you for the past
that can never really be left there
for it follows like a shadow and you love the company.
I hate so many things,
but most of all
I hate that none of it matters
when I’m so helplessly in love with you.
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
I hate the way you make me feel
like I fall just a tad too short
in every one of your god forsaken standards.
I hate you for the past
that can never really be left there
for it follows like a shadow and you love the company.
I hate so many things,
but most of all
I hate that none of it matters
when I’m so helplessly in love with you.
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