I hate it.
I hate it so much when I see someone in Red,
but it's not you.
I hate it when I smell your perfume and look around
Only to realize that it wasn't you.
I hate it.
I hate it when someone else calls your name;
When people touch you unnecessarily;
When they look at you will that look.
I hate it.
I hate it when people put you down;
When they don't see what a beautiful soul you are;
When they disrespect you;
When they hurt you.
I hate it.
I hate that you love someone else.
And I hate myself more to hold on to you
With hope that you'll be mine someday.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems. As the title says, the poems are about love- love that makes you happy, love that makes you feel complete, love that hurts, love that makes your heart ache, and love that's unconditional. It contains letters, his povs, and just...
