Hate,
Something I can't forget,
How can I have so many regrets?
Why does it have to burn so bright?
Maybe every thought was right.
This feeling eats me alive,
I don't think I can survive.
When all I do is pretend,
I didn't want that to be the end.
The end, the end, the end, the end. Why couldn't it just be more?
Why must I be such a bore?
It's selfish to hate you,
When all I really wanted was for us to be two.
There was so much between us,
Now there's nothing to discuss.
From strangers to friends to more,
To nothing but strangers with memories from before.
You don't know me like you think you do,
At least that's what I wish was true.
Why did it have to be me?
Why does it have to hurt to this degree?
I hate you.
I lied.
I miss you.
It hurts,
So much it comes in spurts,
Spurts of blood.
It's almost like a flood.
It's ironic how hate is never true,
It's just something I use to obscure my view.
When it fades I can finally see,
How deeply you hurt me.
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poetry
Poetrysome poems I've written, also all the images I've made/editted so please don't use them without asking me!! ^^ Btw not all of these will be the same type of poetry so sorry if some aren't to your liking!
