Sometimes I hate you because you never fucked me on a trampoline, in the ocean, or up against a wall.
Sometimes I hate you because you never really tried, never put any effort in, never tended the fires you built.
Sometimes I hate you for the darkness you brought into my life, the misery, the loneliness, the loss of life.
Sometimes I hate you simply because you’re not here.
I hate you the most for not seeing me, not acknowledging my worth.
I hate you for not respecting me,
but always expecting me
to forgive and forget, without an apology.
Your mother was right:
you’re not good enough for me.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (4)
Some people like to start fires and run away, and that's how the world burns, turning it black, ashes, ashes floating like snow
Raw, honest, and painful. An unfiltered portrait of love turning into resentment.
I feel this in my bones... especially right now.
nice