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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.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
A waiting kind of hate.
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.
(c) MKD 2014
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melanie-kate-dickerson
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South African
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
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