Solo te odio a ti
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te odio tanto que nunca voy a poder pensar en nadie que no seas tu . DEJA DE SER QUIEN ERES.
Todos los días me preguntó de ti , que haces , que quiensas , si es que me extrañas o si es que me odias.
Me alegra haberme ido ; así no seguiré pensando en ti y lo perfecto que eres , por eso te odio.
Te extraño y odio extrañarte , odio como sonríes , odio tus ojos color miel , odio tu modo tan tierno y humilde de tu ser , odio tu cuerpo , odio tu rostro , odio tu cara de luna y odio aún amarte.
Y por más que te odie nunca podre desear nunca haber te conocido , se que estaría mintiendo .
Odio leer esto después de 5 años y darme cuenta que estaba mintiendo, no te extraño, no te necesito, ni siquiera me acordaba de ti.
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