Treasure Island

Jereldene Calvert

(5/12/1999 / Conquest Hospital, hastings)

Things I Hate About You


I hate how you laugh when I cry.
I hate how you watch me bleed.
I hate how you cheat, then lie about it even when you know I know.
I hate how you give yourself scars 'just so we match'.
I hate how you care more about how you look than how you feel.
I hate the way you ask me if I'm OK and ignore when the answer is 'no'.
I hate how you kiss me in public, just so people see.
I hate how you run away when things get tough.
I hate when you dry my tears and say 'all better' when it's not.
I hate that you left me.

But most of all I hate the fact even with all this, I still cannot bring myself to hate you. Not really.

Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2012
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