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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.


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