I hate it to get up every day,
I hate it to waste the hours,
I hate it to run that way.
I hate it that I can’t write anymore,
That there’s an empty store
With no core.
I hate it that I trusted you,
I hate it that you made me love you.
I hate it that you made me cry,
That you even made me wish to die.
I hate it that there’s nothing inside of me,
I hate it that I’m still not free of thee.
I hate it that I’ve to heal that emptiness,
Hate it that you left me in all this fucking mess.
I hate it that I’m still thinking about you,
After all that endless pile of shit you made me go through.
I hate you for taking my muse away,
I hate you for making me sway on my way.
I hate it to be all alone,
I hate it when I see your number on my phone.
I hate it to see the picture that used to be on my wall,
I hate YOU,
Will never again wait for your call!
I hate it that I was nothing worth in your eyes,
That I believed all those stupid lies.
I hate so much about you,
So many things!
I hate it that we even talked about wedding rings!
I hate your dissimulation,
I hate you for this humiliation.
I hate you for so many reasons…
But tell you what:
I hate myself for loving you all those years!
For trusting you and throwing away all of my fears!
What I truly hate the most,
That I loved you at all costs.
© Virginia Stone