i hate how you make me feel
you bring me up so high
so i can breathe the stars
we count at night
and then
it gets so cold
when you’re not around
when not even a whisper
a call
a word
nothing
and then, i can feel you
slipping away,
i hate you because i can see
i can see the end already,
and isn’t it so sad?
because there’s the time before you,
the time with you,
but the time after you,
is that really going to exist at all?
i hate you
because i should have known better.
i hate you because i did,
and you spoke
the key words
and you opened all the doors
and i was left unguarded.
i hate you because
somehow you knew me better than myself,
because you figured out
the cleanest way to my soul
before i could.
i hate you because you will take
parts of me that i
could never get back.
i hate you because
i don’t want to love you.