I hate you, I hate him
Loving you must have been a sin.
It's killed me, but cured me,
How could that be?
Your lips were the perfect dose of love,
Your words were the knives that cursed our fate.
Your eyes, your face, I would soon learn to hate.
You promised you'd never leave,
Now I'm here,
wiping tears on my sleeve.
Hoping that one day,
I'll wake up,
And it'll all just be a dream.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
I hate you, I hate him
Loving you must have been a sin.
It's killed me, but cured me,
How could that be?
Your lips were the perfect dose of love,
Your words were the knives that cursed our fate.
Your eyes, your face, I would soon learn to hate.
You promised you'd never leave,
Now I'm here,
wiping tears on my sleeve.
Hoping that one day,
I'll wake up,
And it'll all just be a dream.
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