I hate you.
I hate you not.
I want to hate you,
but I hate you not.
I hate him.
But I don't hate you.
I should hate you,
but I hate you not.
I could hate you.
But I can't find the words,
the feelings,
the thoughts underneath the good,
the happy, the best memories,
the best of times, clouding my perception of you.
Making it so I cannot,
do not, will not hate you.
So perhaps I should hate you,
but I can't.
Because I love you.
I love you still.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
