Hatred.
I hate the fact we live right down the road from each other.
I hate the fact that I know what you are capable of doing.
I hate that you know how weak you made and can make me.
I hate that I know I can bump into you one day.
I hate the thought of how you can tell my love lies about me.
I hate how you manage to get in my head everyday.
I hate that you are my nightmare.
I hate that I loved you so much to let you hurt me.
This hatred built up for you will soon kill me.
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Hopeless Reality
PoetryHere's a little reminder of the things that mean most to you, in case you forgot. My deepest thoughts spewed into this book. A book dedicated to my future self. Thank you for listening.
