I hate how you told me goodbye,
and thought I wouldn't cry.
I hate that I had to pretend,
that I expected it to end.
I hate how you saw me cry and run,
but didn't bother to chase me.
I hate how I thought you'd do that,
and realise you still loved me.
I hate that it didn't work out,
the way I wanted it to.
I hate that I what I thought was love,
was a lie and wasn't true.
I hate how everything you said,
still lives in my thoughts in my head.
I hate that at the end of the day,
your ghost appears as if to stay.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
I hate how you told me goodbye,
and thought I wouldn't cry.
I hate that I had to pretend,
that I expected it to end.
I hate how you saw me cry and run,
but didn't bother to chase me.
I hate how I thought you'd do that,
and realise you still loved me.
I hate that it didn't work out,
the way I wanted it to.
I hate that I what I thought was love,
was a lie and wasn't true.
I hate how everything you said,
still lives in my thoughts in my head.
I hate that at the end of the day,
your ghost appears as if to stay.
