i tell myself that i wont think about you
and that i will push you into the farthest corner of my brain
i tell myself that i wont remember, that i'll forget
i tell myself that i hate you
i tell myself that i hate you for what you've done
but how can i hate something that i crave so much
i dont hate you, if anything my heart beats wildly for you
i want to forget but i cant
i want to stay i have a burning passion of hatred for you
but i cant.
i love you. i always will. and i always have.
YOU ARE READING
black roses painted red.
Poetrythis is a book that i have poured my heart, soul and all my vulnerabilities into. thank you for being my home and holding my heart when no one else did. i hope when you read this that you can connect with me and the others who have read this, i hope...