Will you do me the mercy
of telling me you hate me?
Even if it’s a lie,
even if it never was true,
tell me I’m something
unworthy of love.
Say I am small,
as fragile as a flaw.
Tell me there is nothing in me to hold.
Then in the morning
we’ll bury this night
like an old, unspeakable dream.
Please, break this heart
so I won’t feel its weight again.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:17 AM UTC
Will you do me the mercy
of telling me you hate me?
Even if it’s a lie,
even if it never was true,
tell me I’m something
unworthy of love.
Say I am small,
as fragile as a flaw.
Tell me there is nothing in me to hold.
Then in the morning
we’ll bury this night
like an old, unspeakable dream.
Please, break this heart
so I won’t feel its weight again.
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