Break Me

Break Me
by K. H.

I'm tired of your girl
I hate her; yes, I do
I hate her just as much
As I used to like you

I falter at your touch
You always make me smile
But somewhere, deep inside
You make me want to cry

I hate you. I hate you for
Hurting me when I thought
I could finally have had
Just one chance -- one!

I wanted to take it. I really did
Just as much as I wanted to take
The pills for my allergies
Bittersweet cure, my remedy

And, like relationships
Having them makes my stomach ache
I wake up, in the morning
With a dreadful taste

Dread of missing you; I thought you were
Someone close to me; but instead
Of me holding your hand, guess who?
It was her! Her with her

Pretty eyes and tame hair,
Fake happiness, because
She doesn't know, deep down
You don't even love her.

Why are you with her? You should be with me!
I loved you first, so why
Are you still with her? I loved you!
But you walked away, way too fast

I miss you. I really do; I used to
Say your name over and over in my head
Along with, "I love you... I love you...
Do you feel the same way, too?"

And when I said it out loud, it made
Such a pretty sound; I was so
Happy... until she tore it apart
Her, barging in secretly... my rival

Lord, God, help me
Not to hate her so much... I hate her
Guts because she took you
My friend, she took you from me

I hate it all... I wish I never
Told you how I felt; I wish you
Didn't feel the same, and still
Be with her... I hate her!

Go ahead... break me!