I hate how you remind me of my past,
and the way I'll never forget it.
I hate how I miss our memories,
every fucking bit.
I hate your laugh,
but not as much as mine
I hate how I never stood up to you,
always telling myself "I'm fine"
I hate how much I loved you,
you were suppose to be the person who stayed
I hate how you didn't,
the second I didn't
