abi Whitaker

(Earth)

I Hate It All


i hate the way you talk to me
i hate the way you breath
i hate the way you seem so free
i hate the way i flirted with you
i hate the way you outright lied to me too
i hate the way you do everything
and how you're always around
i hate the way you look at me
how sometimes you seem to stare
sometimes
you look at me the way you used to
you talk to me too
and i hate the way it sends me backagain
and i cant get over you.

Submitted: Friday, April 27, 2012
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  • Bethany Buhl (4/27/2012 11:33:00 AM)

    I know that feeling of not getting over someone. who seems to have gotten over you long before you even really seemed to have a chance to get over them. (Report) Reply

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