I hate you.

I hate you more than anyone else,

because I still lift my feet up everytime I cross a railroad,

or because I look through your Instagram and I dont see us on there anymore,

but you're happier than ever.

I hate going to our spot,

because I can hear your giggle and it never leaves me.

I hate the fact you moved in with me,

because now everywhere I look I see memories of you.

I hate how you used me,

and all you did was smoke until you forgot who you were.

I hate you, because no matter how badly you treated me I still loved you.

I can't breathe, and now that you left...

I hate you more.