I hate you. I fucking hate you. I want to tell you you're weak and a coward for what you did. I want to spit venom from my mouth. I want my words to hurt worse than any physical pain youve ever felt.
But i know if you were in front of me. Those brown eyes looking into mine. And an apathetic tone in your voice. I would crumble.
Id tell you it's okay. That no one is perfect. That it's a mistake and it's in the past. Id tell you we could work it out. Take you back in like there was never an ounce of hatred in my body.
But you'd just do it again, wouldn't you? So I'll keep my venom and hatred for now.
YOU ARE READING
Bitter
PoetryFor when my thoughts get too bitter for my own head - Not chronological and probably only feels emotional to me. But #idc
