I don’t hate you.
I hate your ways, and how heartless you’ve turned out to be.
I hate the words you’ve used and the games you’ve played with me.
I hate how I can’t see anyone else, just your face inside my mind.
I hate how torturous this is for me, I relive it all the time.
I hate your power; it’s stronger than you may know.
I hate how this might never end, but I’m expected to let it go.
I hate how people don’t look the same to me anymore;
Trust is now an issue, it should have been before.
I hate how you walk with your head held high.
It doesn’t matter if I’m breathing, inside, I’m not alive.
I hate how words make no sense, I’ve lost my ability to rhyme.
A lost soul with a pen and paper, all because of a crime.
I hate your smile, your eyes, your hands, your laugh.
I hate how I never knew.
..but I don’t hate you.