I hate you.
I hate loving.
I hate the things you put me through.
I hate all this pushing and shoving.
I hate the way you made me smile,
the way your legs tangled with mine.
I hate how you made me feel good for a while,
how you made everything seem fine.
I hate the way you stole my heart,
just to throw it on the floor and break it.
I hate how you made it seem like the start.
I must say it was a very low hit.
Now I don't know anything anymore,
don't know what and where or who.
I hate how you left me broken and sore.
But most of all I hate loving you.
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Secrets Of The Broken
PoetryPoems and pieces of writing about the secrets of mental illness, insecurities, abuse, heartbreak, accepting yourself and recovery. Just want to let you all know you're not alone, and if you ever need to talk I understand *Trigger warning*