I hate being used to The everyday calls Text and no wonders at all I hate being used to Give you my all With no care at all I hate being used to The fact you let me fall In love knowing it wasn’t for long I hate being used to Sleeping without a call With some wonders that all I hate being used to Being left that all I hate being used to My heart being played with Hate opening up to being hurt Hate that I let you undo my wall Hate that you got close enough to me Hate you n myself Hate who you made me become Hate how I feel after it all Hate the insecure I gained Hate trust issues that came I hate it all. Hate that you didn’t let me be Hate you just had to mess with me Hate that I love you that all I hate what you have done Hate I still want you I hate that I don’t hate I just love you that all
I wrote this poem about a man. My emotions was all over the place when I did wrote it. Now I think it’s time I let it go and delete out my phone. So I can lift this weight off my chest