I Hate

December 5, 2013

I hate the way you look at me

I hate that you don't stare

I hate that you just walked away

Without a single care

I hate the tears that fall for you

I hate that you walk tall

But the part I hate the most is that:

I don't hate you

Not a little,

Not a bit,

Not at all.

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