I'd like to say I hate you,
dismiss you from my mind,
write you off as a joke,
tell you that you're a ****,
that I would never consider,
loving you,
even just a little bit.

I won't and I can't
Because I miss you,
And for a second there,
I wanted, just a tiny bit,
for there to be something more
between us, other than
the jokes and the
halfway friendship.

I want to hate you for picking her,
for giving up on me,
for leaving me alone
when I was seeking your attention,
searching for just
one more hint,
that you felt something.

But I can't
because I gave up on you too
I wanted you to prove you cared
and you never did.
Whether you gave up on me
or never really cared
I will never know
And that's the part
I hate the most.