I hate that I don't hate you
And it honestly tears me apart
The bane of my current terrors
And the cause of my nightmares
is you.
And I hate you.
But I don't.
I've never been scared of anyone the way that I was scared of you
The threats and the deceit should've been it
I should have called it quits
But I didn't
And they weren't
I stayed anyways
Through the tears, the yelling, the manipulation
Through the humiliation, and the pain
Because even though it was usually painful
There were always moments where it wasn't
And those moments made me hold on
The laughs, the smiles, the happy
The warmth that echoed off of you
Even if it was all fake
And the only reason I can't hate you
Is because of those memories
Because in those I fell in love
And got trapped in your game
And all I've got to show for it is the scars that you screamed at me for
And the panic that takes over when I hear your name
I wish that I hated you
I honestly do
It would make everything so much easier
And I might actually be able to get over you
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Ballad of an over thinker
PoetryHealing from bad relationships in the form of words. Some might be personal but hopefully this can help someone.