I don't hate you
because inside I still believe your love was pure
I chose to believe that you don't know how to express yourself
but still I hate this part of myself
because I rationally know it's a lie
you do know how to show that you care
you did it
with all those ones who stepped over me
even after hours I spent under the rain
looking for your favorite sweets
after the rhymes I wrote
after all my efforts
to create new memories before you became a ghost.
I never wanted anything in return
but the same will to stay
I genuinely wonder
where's my place in your heart
if there is actually one.
