I hate the way,
I believed your promises.
I hate the way,
you led me to touch
the truth in the words you wrote.
I hate the way I opened
my curtains and doors,
letting in the sunshine of you;
breathing in the scent of you.
I hate the reasons
of things I don't know,
of things you didn't do,
that left me waiting.
I hate standing here.
Wave-after-wave hitting the shore.
Without sight of you,
anywhere on the horizon.
I hate that there's no way
to pull closed my doors.
And forget you.
Like you forgot me.