My Poetry

~ Fifty One~

I hate how I still think of you
and how you make me feel.
I hate how after every heartbreak my heart aches for you.

 I hate how I smile when  I see a text come in.
And I hate the way I hate the little heart next to her name.

I hate that it's not me you love,
Cause I know I was your first.
And I hate how I refuse to text,
afraid of what you'll say.
But most of all I hate...
 How I think of you everyday.