i hate being your victim
i hate what you do
you come back to me
and you tear me down
saying you miss me
and regret doing what you did
i hate the way your eyes light up
when you are excited are happy
i hate the way you sit in awe
when you see beautiful things
i hate the way you get so passionate
about the smallest things
i hate the way
i don't hate you
not even at all
- v.j.g
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