I hate you.
I hate you because you love me.
I hate you because you care for me.
I hate you for the loving way you look at me.
I hate you getting close to my heart.
You don’t want me.
I’m ****** up.
Damaged goods.
No one wants damaged goods.
Not even you.
So I hate you because you love me.
I hate you for the way you brush my hair off my face.
I hate you because deep down I love you.
But that scares me.
So instead, I hate you.
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
I hate you.
I hate you because you love me.
I hate you because you care for me.
I hate you for the loving way you look at me.
I hate you getting close to my heart.
You don’t want me.
I’m ****** up.
Damaged goods.
No one wants damaged goods.
Not even you.
So I hate you because you love me.
I hate you for the way you brush my hair off my face.
I hate you because deep down I love you.
But that scares me.
So instead, I hate you.
Original 2-25-2010