I hate him
I hate him
I hate him
I hate him
I hate him
A chant that spins in my head
Whenever your presence is near
I hate him
I hate him
The words that begin to fade
I hate him
The words that start to change
I miss him
I miss him
I miss him
The sentence forms into tears of
sadness,jealousy and frustration
I haissove him
Hate.
Miss.
Love.
Felt in a another form of pain
I haissove you.
YOU ARE READING
Poems i wrote
PoésieSo i basically write poems when i feel overwhelmed I dont know if they good or bad Most of them are written when i'm sad so yea.
