I hate the way you deceived me and the way you made me wait,
I hate the way you made me being pissed at you and also made me hate.
I even hate the way I made you hate me and being pissed at me,
I hate the fact you blocked me, although it was just “bide a wee”.
I hate it that you showed me that I’m the only scam - a fake,
I hate you for taking away my drug and causing this entire ache.
I hate the way you threw the sand in my eyes and made me cry,
I hate the way you made me feel guilty, made me wish I could die.
I hate the fact that we are so alike, I hate the fact that we are really not,
I hate admitting that my soul is bought and I hate the feeling of being caught.
I hate you making me feel so small, I hate dropping on my knees and crawl.
But mostly I hate telling you the through: “I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”