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.