I hate the way you ignore me,
And let my messages fall.
I hate the way I'm too scared to
pick up the phone and call.
I hate the way I stored away,
everything in a box.
I hate how it feels like this is a game,
One of wolf and fox.
I hate the way you hold my hand,
And how I didn't mind.
I hate the way I think of you,
And feel so left behind.
I hate your stupid ginger hair,
And how I want to bawl.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
Not even close,
Not even alittle,
Not even at all
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Storms- My set of poems
PoésieThis is a set of poems that I need to write. I want to vent my feelings and upon reading my friends poems I found that it was a great way to do so. Please Read