Treasure Island

Tanveer Sharma

(20.05.1991 / Bathinda)

I can't hate you


I hate myself to love you,
As you did not deserve it.
I hate myself to trust you,
As you never knew its value.
I hate myself to care for you,
As you had no need of it.
I hate myself for sharing my moments with you,
As you had no heart to feel those all.
I really hate promises,
Because you've broken them all.
I seriously hate myself for the moments I spent with you,
Because you kicked those precious timings.
I swear! I hate my self for giving you importance,
I really hate myself For making you my life.
But why cannot I hate you?
I really hate myself above all for the reason,
That still I cannot hate you..

Submitted: Friday, November 16, 2012
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