I hate the way you look at me
like you still care
but i know if you were asked
you'd deny it was ever there
i hate the way i trusted you
because all the lies. i bought
then i'd ask if it was true
but you'd say. "guess not"
i hate the way you dealt with how
i told you how i really feel
it was so obvious and you didnt notice?
i felt that since the beginning, now you know the deal
i hate how i am using hate
the word is so strong
its just how i truly feel
but you know what? this poem is wrong
all those things are the exact opposite
because i keep thinking,loving, and missing you
the only thing i really hate
is i cant hate you
