I wish I hated you all the time,
but I know that
I love you too much
to hate you.
Sometimes I hate you
when things don't
go the way I had hoped,
like when I want
to hang out
and you're busy.
I wish my bitterness
didn't show when something
like this happened,
but I just really like
to be with you,
that I know
I'll only be able to
think of you when I'm
gone this weekend.
I just wish that you'd realize
that I'm having a bad day
and would make me
feel better
the way I'm always
trying to make you
feel better on
your bad days.
But you don't care
about me enough
to want to help me that way.
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I Was She
Poezie[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
