I hate you.
I hate the way you make me feel so much, all at once,
Or the way you made me fall in love with our kitchen dances.
I hate you.
I hate every morning I lost, watching you sleep, afraid the world would steal you from me,
Or the way you'd stare at me so deeply, like you knew exactly who I wanted to be.
I hate you.
I hate how you touched my scars, only to become one of them,
Or how we'd stare at the stars and dream we could travel to them.
I hate you.
Or maybe I don't.
Maybe I love you so much that I don't have it in me to feel anything else.
But for now, I hate you,
And I hope you don't hate me too.
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All I Want #1.5 : Words Left Behind
PoetryThis is a short collection of poems and love letters written by Quynn and Mute after their breakup as they try to make sense of it all. It can be read as a standalone, or after completing All I Want #1 to get better context.
