hatehatehate

the word just kind of rings
makes me ponder
all these things
and i start to wonder

who am i?
who are you?
i tried to fly
but
it soon became an issue

because hate kept spinning
pinning me down
and i was aching
just waiting for you

but it wasn't a surprise
when you didn't come
you could see it in my eyes
when my castle came crumbling down