the opposite of love is not hate,
but indifference.
and it would be easier for me to swallow if you hated me.
because even if i ruined all we built,
it still would've meant something to you.
if you were to hear my name and not think of my face,
i might want to ruin it all over again:
in a hundred different ways on a hundred different days.
when you fall out of love-
because we know love like that wilts-
hate me.
