I don’t hate you
I hate that the image I had of you
was destroyed.
And I hate how obvious it is now
that I wanted you
so much more
than you wanted me.
I hate that you don’t know how much
you make this hurt.
I hate that I cried over something
that wasn’t worth my tears.
I hate that I miss you
and I hate how pathetic it makes me.
I hate that when my phone rings
you’re the first person I hope it is
but the last person it’ll ever be.
I hate that I believed the words you said
and I hate that I’m letting you get to me.
I hate this never ending pain.
I hate that I love hard
because my feelings die slow.
I don’t hate you
I hate that I never really mattered...