Jan 19 “I hate”
I hate what you did to me.
I hate that you kept it from me for so long.
I hate that you talked to him every single day about it, and not a word about it to me.
I hate that it happened.
I hate the WAY it happened.
I hate the that I thought about it all day long,
and when we finally got down to talking, it happened the complete opposite of how I thought it would.
I hate that you ran after me.
I hate that it was your decision.
I hate that you looked at me as if YOU were the victim.
I hate that you cried.
I hate that I cried.
I hate that it had to end.
Especially like that.
I hate what I have heard.
I hate the way I heard it.
I hate the way I feel.
I hate the way we quickly walk by each other, eyes down to the floor, as if we are ashamed.
(are you ashamed?)
I hate the way he smiles.
I hate that I’ve heard he had a lot to do with this.
(of course he would, he has to be in control.)
I hate how happy and okay you look.
Without little old me..