I think you hate me.

I think you hate me,

and I don’t blame you,

but it makes me sad all the same.

Because I don’t hate you.

I miss you and I’m angry.

I love you and I’m jealous

of those people you still keep in your life.

But there’s nothing left to say.

There’s nothing I can do

to undo what went wrong.  
There never was.

Reality leaves no room for fairytales.

Only bitter, empty spaces.

Yes, I believe you hate me.

And I don’t blame you.