I hate you for being there and just waiting…
I hate you for seeing me and then loosing sight of me.
I hate those stupid little shoes you wore that night – they were daft, honestly.
I hate those pimples on your neck and shoulders that make you feel embarrased.
I hate that innocent smile, that says nothing but makes me want it to.
I hate trying to undo whats done, though i know i must
i hate that pretty little mouth of yours, i hate so much.
i hate the way you don’t try hard enough to explore what you feel inside.
i hate the way you lie to yourself, the way you want to fit in.
i hate the way you fit with me, and i hate it more that it still fits.
i hate ignoring the numb shoking feeling that runs through me when i see a email in my inbox from you.
i hate the way i think that you are so special – but you aren’t really.
i hate the way i think you are.
i hate that you are are independant and i wish you needed something.
i hate that and more.
i hate the feelings that i have to experiance becuase i am not letting go.
i hate not letting go.
i hate it but it like it.
i hate that you have found someone special that you say works for you.
i hate that you want that which you already have , and only when you know this , that you’ll every be truly free and intune with you.
i hate that you don’t give me time to know you, i hate that you don’t put up with me, i hate that you have been around the block more than i have.
i hate that you like more than you love.
i hate that i have to speak to you in unspeakable ways – just to communicate wth you.
i hate the way you don’t return my messages.
i hate wanting to write to you and turning myself down not to.
i hate with a passion my inability to let things gracfully end – i will let you go and you will go, but i’ll be tormented about you for a long time – until it ends.
i hate that you are stupid and can’t see whats just accross the river.
i hate knowing something and seeing that i actually knew nothing.
i hate when you say yes I’m fine, i hate asking you that all the time.
i hate watching you say nothing, why aren’t you saying anything.
i hate not knowing what i should do with you.
i hate myself for pushing you away
i hate myself for hating you
i hate myself for keeping this on
i hate you for letting go.