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"Hate" is a Strong WordI hate him.
I swear, on everything,
Ever last touch, every last kiss, every last breath taking moment he made mine,
I hate him.
And yes. Of course, I saw it coming. I mean seriously, how could he ever have seen anything in me? Hell. I don't even think he knew who I was. Maybe, we really never were anything at all. Maybe it was, just a sick joke. Maybe I'm the fool who got played.
Yes. Of course I prepared. It'd ran through my head so many times even I was shocked it made such a blow. That it crushed me to my very core, when he said those words. That had played through my head. So many times before. It still hurt as much as the first time I imagined it. I still cried, like the first time I imagined it. But this time I died, cause I'd actually heard it.
I remember, the exact words you used. That way you phrased it. Made me seem innocent, oblivious, like a child that didn't understand. But I understood. I understood perfectly what you meant when you whispered those words to me, your soft
And Locking it Tight.I can't Even look at you
This, ever expanding hole inside me. This endless tunnel of heart wrenching affliction. You just kept digging. Making the hole bigger Digging my grave for me Well now, I think its big enough for the both of us.
You couldn't help it I guess. I'd like to pray you didn't want to kill me, you didn't want to cripple my heart, so far beyond repair
I don't think even you, could fix it now.
But there's still something there, isn't there baby? Still some sort of self-disgust, some sorrow, some bleeding, bruised, hate for yourself, burried way down under all that ego.
I can see it in your eyes.
That burnt up soul of yours. Screaming my name.
Wanting me back.
But this time, I think the clocks struck to late. And you've left me, too broken So yeah, I might want you back, crave you, yearn you, need you. But you've done this all on your own. So walk away, and leave my dying.
Cause you've just taken away, the cure.
Closing the DoorDo you have any idea? No, you don't, of course you don't. To have you so close, so unbelievably real, so incontrovertibly irresistible. Some times I think, if I imagine hard enough, if I dream long enough, you'll come to me, the way you used to, the way I want you to. But you never do...
Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm just drawn to the wrong people, the people I know I'll never be able to have. It wouldn't surprise me, I'm usually wrong. But this one time, this one chance, I thought I might actually have been right.
Some times there isn't a first for everything.
I wish you could see how much you hurt me. How much you make me die inside. All the irrepressible sorrow that painstakingly tortures my soul. I wish you could feel it. Feel that scorching fire burn my heart. That fire you helped to flame.
If your never returning home. If your never gonna even look back, then do me one favour. Spare me a little. Try to resist kicking me into the dirt. Don't spit at my face, while I bleed. Bleed myself
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