i hope you understand
that when i say,
"i hate you,"
i really don't mean it.
it's just fair, anyway,
because when you told me
you loved me,
you never did mean it, either.
since we're just playing this game
over and over again,
and i'm tired of it,
and you're tired of me,
i guess it's alright to
stop.
but why is it so hard for me
to let you go
when i know clearly well
that you've let go
a long time ago?
YOU ARE READING
construing sentences
Teen Fictionthings can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]