I hate


I hate that you changed.
I hate that you are the same.
I hate that you left.
I hate how you have stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that it is my fault.
I hate that it is yours.
I hate that I can not be around you.
I hate how I have lost you.
I hate how I have found out who you really are.
I hate that I can not tell you any of this.
But most of all,
I hate how I can not hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you.

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About Mae East

Brooklyn NYC and vicinity.
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