I hate it.
I hate seeing your face on strangers I pass by on the quiet streets at 21:41. I hate seeing your disheveled hair on people I don't even know. I hate that I remember you when the performer sings Wonderwall while the city seems to slow to the melody. I hate that you're the first thing that comes to mind whenever I hear Arctic Monkeys blast through my earphones. I hate that you reoccur in my mind and I'm paralyzed by the mere thought of you.
I hate that I love you so much.
so much that's it's destroying me.
YOU ARE READING
for him.
Poetryyou filled me with love and comfort but i was too blind to realize that i was already drowning and the boy that i'd trusted was the one holding me underwater. so then i learned to never trust your heart into the hands of another.
