Monday, June 25, 2007

... Hate ...

I hate the way you look at me,
I hate the way you try to talk to me.
You have created so many scars,
And yet you keep trying.
The scars I carry on my heart,
On my soul,
Are from you.
I gave you a second chance,
And now I regret it.
I hate the way I had trusted you,
I hate the way I still like you.
I hate my self for letting you get close.
I let down my barriers,
For the first time,
Breathing in fresh air.
Why?
I hate the way you had run away,
I hate the way you had said nice things.
And yet I want you to come back.
I had showed my other side,
My fur covered side.
I hate the way you had looked at me,
Fear and hate building up.
I hate you,
And yet I don’t.
I hate the way you had patted my back when I cried,
I hate the way you smile.
But do I really?
Do I really hate you,
If I want you to come back?
How can I hate you?
But I want to,
I really do but I can’t.
I hate the way you had said you loved me,
I hate the way you had shared my happiness.
I keep telling myself over and over again,
I hate you,
I hate you.
But,
I don’t,
and I know it.
I hate,
Loving you…
I hate it.
Loving you and,
I hate it.
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