I dont hate you
Its just that ...
I hate the fact that you
call me up to tell me that your new girlfriend's bitchface
is better than my smile
I hate that you keep
reminding me of the whistling
winds that witnessed the moment when
You parted your lips melodiously
like piano keys
and them deceitfully claimed
you'd be my nothing if nothing lasts forever....
I hate that you compare my ******* to hers
I hate that you call me up to
say she is great at giving head when I never tried
Though it hurts
I find that I can't delete your number
And I keep picking your calls
Maybe you had my heart
more than you knew.