hate is a strong word
To the ones who have hurt me the most-
I hate that you know when I'm holding back tears;
how I play with my jewelry or pinch at my skin
I hate that you know how I like my sandwiches-
Cut into triangles just to be ripped up into smaller bites
I hate that you know my weaknesses and how to use them against me
I hate that your hands have been on my body;
following each curve like a car follows a winding road
I hate that you made promises to me that you knew you couldn't keep
I hate that being with you used to feel like home,
and how everyday I now would rather take a vacation
I hate the amount of time spent with you in a car;
holding hands, breaking down, and showing as much love as we could
I hate how certain songs remind me of you,
but I hate the fact that I sit there each time listening all on my own
I hate how much I continue to care, and how much you never will
I hate that none of these words will mean anything to you;
no mater how broken, or loud my cry for help may be
I was always told in life that hate was a strong word,
and I hate that I saved it for you.