The Ripped Soul

I hate you.

I hate every damn thing about you.
I hate the promises.
I hate the dreams you made and when you included me in them.
I hate every dream, I hate all the lies you told.
You promised you weren't like them.
You promised you'd never leave.
You said you loved me.
You said you were never going to let me go.
You called me dramatic, but who was the dramatic one with goodbye?
You said I never understood, how could I when you never told me things you'd tell your friends?
You hated the fights, so did I, so why couldn't you stop it?
You needed space, I said I'd give it to you. All I wanted was for you to stay.
You broke up with me.
I begged back for you, I pleaded. You walked away and said no.
You break up with me, expect me to be friends after rejecting me, don't give me the space to get over you, and then you say you barely hear from me.
You don't even fucking give me the respect I deserve to mend myself from this.
You said me being like this was unnecessary because you still loved me.
You said why not try and be friends, and see where that takes us to.
You made me wish, you made me dream and hope for something that everyone said would never happen.
I still loved you.
I went crazy. I waited. Hoped for a miracle that never happened.

Now you tell me you've moved on.

I hate you.
I hate you. I fucking hate you.
Above all, I hate that even after all this, I still love you.

I hate that I love you.
I hate that I loved you at all.