I really hate that man
I really hated him
Him who was always first
Him who was always best
Then there I was
Always second
Always forgotten
He never looked at me
Didn't even know my name
I worked harder to catch up
It was all so he would face me
Acknowledge me
Before I knew it
My eyes were following him
Turn around
Look over here
Look at me
But then, due to circumstances,
You were forced to know me
No, no, no
I didn't want you to look at me like that
Hate
I still hated him
But I hate myself more for being unable to make you face me
I hate you
I hated everything about you
So why do I crave you?
I hate him
I love him
What do you call this kind of feeling?
Am I going to cling to this man, crying?
Begging on my knees?
How I absolutely hate you
Though I love you so so much
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Flowers Of Love And Tears
PoetryRoses are red, Violets are blue. Will you ever look at me The way I look at you? ~~~~°~~~°~~~°~~~~ Highest Rank #180 in Poetry ❤❤❤ Just random poems and stories.
