I hate you
For being the best thing
That ever happened to me.
I hate you
For touching my soul
And then just leaving.
I hate you
For being my favourite person to talk to
Even though we don't speak much anymore.
I hate you
For being the greatest person
I've ever had the pleasure of knowing
I hate you
For becoming such a big part of my life
And then deciding you don't want to be in it anymore.
I hate you
For making me laugh
And then making me cry.
I hate you
For making me crave your attention.
I hate you
For having no idea
How much I love your laugh
I hate you
For making me so fucking weak
When it comes to you.
I hate you
For how, for a second, you let me believe
I was worth something.
I hate you
For being the only thing I need to think about
To feel better when I'm having a bad day.
I hate you
Because I have a playlist full of songs
That remind me of you.
I hate you
Because you made me hope.
I hate you
Because I can't get enough of you.
I hate you
For making me smile at my phone.
I hate you
For always being on my mind.
I hate you
For making me trust you
And keeping that trust.
I hate you
For how your name hurts.
I hate you
Because no matter how hard I try
I can't walk away.
I hate you
Because you filled a hole in my heart
I never even knew was empty.
I hate you
Because I found you without looking for you
And now I can't live without you.
I hate you
Because my notebook
Is filled with poems about you.
I hate you
For making me imagine
A future with you.
I hate you
Because you bring out the best in me.
I hate you
Because I know I will always choose you
Over anyone.
I hate you
Because I know I don't deserve you.
I hate you
Because I know
I'm not good enough for you
I hate you
Because I know
I'll never find anyone like you.
I hate you
for making me want you
When I know I can't have you.
I hate you
Because I know that despite everything,
All those sleepless nights,
All those times I cried in the shower,
All the pain and heartbreak,
Have all been worth it
Because I got to have you in my life,
No matter how brief that time has been.
I hate you
Because after everything,
How could I possibly love anyone else?
YOU ARE READING
Tales of a broken heart
Poetry"Everyone talks about love like it's a beautiful rose, admiring its petals, worshipping them even, but no one mentions the thorns." Someone told me heartbreak makes good poetry, so here I am.
