I hate you, you thieving rat
You stole my heart with your lies
But I hate me even more for believing them
I hate you, you happy face
Gone off and enjoying your ways
After having Picked up…Cast off…Me
I hate you, you bloody jerk
Because you were a bunch of words
And nothing more – you still are
I hate you, for ruining things
For being a damn sex addict
For making me a whore
I hate you, for conniving- unintentionally or not
Twisting things back on me
Blaming me for your mistakes
I hate you, you swine
For making me love you
And then fukking off
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hate you, for ruining things For being a addict For making me a ....fantastic poem. Great justification!