I hate that I am so kindhearted,
I hate that you're still in my thoughts,
I hate that you're out wandering,
I hate that life is unfair.
I hate my fucking mind,
I hate the misery I put you through,
I hate that I cannot forgive,
I hate that I can feel every negative in this life.
I hate how my life is stagnant,
I hate that I am afraid of my own dreams,
I hate that I'm even writing this,
I hate that I am still in this much pain.
For all the things I hate,
I cannot fathom hating you,
Almost three months,
And some small part of me still wants to be near you.