I don't know how to deal with this feeling of
Staring at ceiling .
Trying to piece together how I feel.
I don't hate you,
I just hate that I keep hoping you'll come back,
And we'll be together again.
I don't hate you,
I hate   my fargile heart,
That somehow keeps waiting for you.
I don't hate you,
I hate myself for believing,
That we could be great together.
I don't hate you,
I hate the moment where I said yes to you
And ruined the beautiful friendship we had.
I don't hate you,
I just hate that I still want us to be something.
I don't hate you,
But I guess I'm starting to.