I hate the fact, you lied,
I hate the fact you blamed it on me.
I hate the fact we broke up,
I hate the fact that I can’t see you.
I loved the way you used to touch me,
I hate it, that you will never touch me again.
I loved the way I could trust you,
I hate the way you know everything about me.
I hate it, when I see you with other girls,
I hate it, because I know you have forgotten about me.
I hate it how you say horrible things to me,
I hate it, because I think I still love you.
I hate the fact,
That I can’t forget about you.
I want to hate you,
But I can’t seem to.
I want to scream because,
I know you hate me.
I want to scream because,
You dumped me.
I want to scream because,
I can’t forget about what we had.
I hate the fact, that I know I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem