hate.
it's such a strong word.
i never knew how much
it could hurt a person
when you say the words,
"i hate you."
i feel so feeble,
when i'm in your arms,
but even weaker,
when you let me go.
it hurts
when you tell me
you'll leave,
but it hurts even more,
when you tell me
you don't love me.
what did i do wrong?
i tried to be the girl
you wanted me to be,
but all i'm left with
is your words,
"i hate you."
it's funny how much it hurts,
but it's even funnier
that i didn't believe it.
it hurts.
it hurts.
it hurts.
so bad.
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Teen Fictionthings can't always be bottled up. [lowercase intended // may contain second person point of view // trigger warning]