Your Dose of My Honesty

Hatred Loves You

    I learned to hate. If I didn't want to get hurt. I shouldn't love.
     I don't want to be emotionally attached, and one day have them come up to me, and say they don't trust me. That they've been hiding something from me.
     The weirder the weirdo, the creepier the creep, the more people stay away from me.
     I learned to block out every emotion that could lead me to sadness. But there's one I can't get rid of, no matter how hard I try. Jealousy.
     Watching everyone talk to each other with smiles on their faces. But when I listen to them talk to each other, all I hear are lies.
     But I won't pretend that I'm the victim. I started it. I said I hated her. I hated how she wanted people to feel bad for her. Her shameless attempts for sympathy, and only I could see through it.
     No matter how many sins she commits against me, I forgive her-, no. She pins the blame on me. I crawl back desperate for her forgiveness. I honestly disgust myself.
     Running head first into her web of lies. Blind as a bat.
    In the end I'm the one who gets hurt. Stupid hard headed me.