I hate him I hate that my dreams of him Are the happiest things I hate that part of me Still thinks he's okay I hate that my mind Keeps bringing him back Long after I've blocked him And tried to move on I hate him because it's easy It's easier than hating myself I hate because if I don't I start to wonder If it was my fault after all
I can only do much when my subconscious keeps acting like he's a ******* saint.