W/ hate
you were everything
i poured out my heart to you
wondering if you felt the same
because it seems they never do
you were elated
and i was too, at first
but now im anoyed, aggravated
thinking your the worst
i gave you my heart, my soul
i fell a little too far, into love
but now those feelings are old
im not busty enough
not ghetto enough
you didnt say them
i felt it
You were my first 7th grade crush
so yes now i dont say hi
or smile or wave to you
because you never gave me back the heart
that i gave to you
so yes it kindas hurts
when ever i see your face
now im forced to hate you with love
and love you with hate.
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