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I hate you, And I want you to feel it, To know it, And to bear it. I hate you with every ounce of my being. I hate you as much as I love him. The amount of scorn in my heart Is incomparable to the damage that you have caused. Because now he is cradled in my arms, As I’m hold back two sets of tears, Trembling with disdain. I hate you for being there first, And for being everything… I hate you for hurting him, For ripping him apart, Into a thousand pieces, The rest for me to mend I hate you for haunting us You are not allowed to live beyond this division. And even though we’ve never met, I can still see you standing there, Smirking though shattered glass. I hate you for having him, In such a destructive way. Succumbing to deteriorating sanity, Influenced by deceit. I hate you for bringing out my insecurities, And for illustrating my picturesque anxiety… Even though you’re only a memory, I hate everything that you are, Will be, And have been. You had no right to love him, And for this I will always hold you in contempt.
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 5:33 PM UTC
Letter to an Ex
I hate you, And I want you to feel it, To know it, And to bear it. I hate you with every ounce of my being. I hate you as much as I love him. The amount of scorn in my heart Is incomparable to the damage that you have caused. Because now he is cradled in my arms, As I’m hold back two sets of tears, Trembling with disdain. I hate you for being there first, And for being everything… I hate you for hurting him, For ripping him apart, Into a thousand pieces, The rest for me to mend I hate you for haunting us You are not allowed to live beyond this division. And even though we’ve never met, I can still see you standing there, Smirking though shattered glass. I hate you for having him, In such a destructive way. Succumbing to deteriorating sanity, Influenced by deceit. I hate you for bringing out my insecurities, And for illustrating my picturesque anxiety… Even though you’re only a memory, I hate everything that you are, Will be, And have been. You had no right to love him, And for this I will always hold you in contempt.
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 5:33 PM UTC
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