I hate the cocky smirk that dances across your lips
And the pencil that you hold in your mouth by the tip.
I hate the way you run your fingers through your hair
And the way your eyes shine through your glares.
I hate how much we have in common
And how I find your presence not at all calming.
I hate that we let our similarities break us
And that it was our connection that created the fuss.
I hate the way our communication has fallen short.
Neither one of us tries to end the gore.
I hate that you make me out of sorts
And that it is no longer in the way that you did before.
I hate that you still want her.
I hate that you will never start anew.
I hate the pain that you have made me endure.
But above all, I hate the way that I still love you.
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Self-Titled
Non-FictionA collection of poems written solely by WhatIveDone. On the way to a journey with no end in sight.