I say I hate you,
those words slip so freely from my mouth,
but who am trying to convince, you
or me?
I say I hate you,
how can that be true?
If I loved you so dearly once?
Every part of me, every ounce
of my being screams
that I don't hate you.
But the words fly out
so quickly that it cuts us both.
You inhabit every thought,
every dream and every feeling.
So I can never hate you.
But you don't need to know that.
It's better for both of us
if you think I hate you
