I want to hate you more the anything
Because you caused me so much pain
But for some reason when I think of you
I don't think about the pain you inflicted
I just think about how much pain I'm in because you're not around
And somehow, I think that's much worse.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
