i meant to write this weeks ago,
use my anger on something productive,
but instead i just cried silently and hid it,
like i always do.
my feelings haven't changed since that night though
i fucking hate you
i hate you for leaving me so suddenly
i hate you for telling me that you loved me
i hate you for always haunting my dreams after you left
i hate you for making me think you missed me
i hate you for lashing out on me for trying to talk to you
i hate myself for not hating you sooner
YOU ARE READING
To Touch Heaven
PoetrySo this is a books of poems Seems like its the only thing i can write The poems are about anything i feel, its up to you to guess what feeling it is i suppose Enjoy my brain vomit
