i hate you for making me love you and making me fall
back in love with you repeatedly when you never had
any intention of pursuing something real with me
I hate you for lying and mistreating me
I hate you for making me believe you cared for let alone loved me
I hate you for making me laugh and
I hate you for making me write these stupid poems while wiping the tears
from my eyes
I hate you for being able to move on as
If what we had we was never meant to be
I hate you for letting it be so easy for you to let me go to say fuck
me
I hate the fact that you’re never willing to fight
for me
I hate the fact that you’re so stubborn and you
let me go so easily
I hate the fact that my love for you is so unconditional while yours is a mere memory
I hate that I still view us as we and u view us as what we
used to be
I hate you for not being able to let go and forgive me
I hate you for not being here with me making me hate you even more
I hate the fact that you don't miss me
I hate the fact that Im writing you this poem and your
thoughts of me are even less than the memory of what
use to be. . .
--diana marie o8-25-o6
