I Hate That
i hate you because of the way that you treated me
i hate that i couldn’t be loved like she is loved by you
i hate that you post snapchat stories of her when did you ever post a picture of me saying “look at her she's beautiful?” huh?
I hate the feeling i get when i see you walking down the hallway it’s full of “I want to choke you to death” to “please come back to me i love you”
i hate that i think about conversations we had even if they were stupid but had so much meaning
I hate that we would walk down the hallways together silently sometimes and i would love it because i love being in your company
i hate that date it all started it's disgusting.
i hate that she’s touching the lips that i used to touch
i hate that she’s holding the hand that i always called soft and you would smile saying “i don't know how”
I hate that you hold her just like you held me so gentle and sweet.
I hate that i call her ugly bitch when in reality shes not shes beautiful more than i'll ever be.
I hate that you text me when i'm starting to get over you.
I hate how you can ruin my day in a second just by thinking, texting or even seeing you.
I hate that i think about you at night when i’m supposed to catch up on something called sleep
I hate that you left me for her.
I hate you.
I hate that.