This is some random poem I wrote about this guy...I call him Michigan, kinda stupid, but whatever.

 

I hate the sound doors make when you close them

I hate the way the stars all fade at dawn

I hate getting blamed for things I didn't do

I hate listening to our stupid song

 

I hate the blood on my swollen, ashy skin

I hate that your coffee tastes so dry

I hate that I refuse to let you talk to me

I hate that you don't care enough to try

 

I hate that I've no way to get back at you

I hate that, even if I could, I don't want to

I hate that you're so much better off without me

And that, pretty soon, you won't even want me

 

I hate that you have so much more potential

But you're still way too afraid to even try

I hate that you're starting to move on now

But if I can't have you tonight, I'm gonna die

 

I hate that you forgot to say you're sorry

But I forgave you before you even had the chance

I hate that I still see you with her

And I hate that I never held your hand

 

I hate that I'm the one that messed everything up

And I'm still the one that's so in love with you

I hate that you're just so far away from me

And there's nothing that I can really do

 

I hate that you're really starting to fall for her

And that you two look so fucking good together

And even though I know you're really happy

I still need you here to make me feel better

 

I hate that I can't find the strength to throw away

The pictures on the dresser of you and me

And I hate that every single time I look at them

All I can think about is what used to be

 

And if I hadn't have gone and blown it

If I would've just bitten my stupid, angry tongue

Those words would never have come alive

This stupid song would never have been sung

 

I hate the way they treat me in this place

Like I'm some kind of monster and they're afraid

And I hate that every night I still see your face

I really wish that you would've stayed

 

I hate that this is all my bloody fault

And I really hate that you were right

Before this moment, I never really understood

But now I know exactly what it's like

 
   

 


 
 
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It's ok... wanna talk? I know some of those things

 
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