I was walking home
The other day,
Questioning everything
I've ever done.
All the choices I made,
The messes I created.
Everything I felt
And the things I said.
And, I realized then
That even though
It felt like it hurt,
It didn't.
Cause those choices I made?
You coaxed me into them.
The messes I created
Were a beautiful idea
Before you stepped in.
The things I felt
Should have been validated.
Cause I was right
To hate you
When you hurt me so bad,
That after three years
Of trying to heal
I wanted to die.
To want to leave you
After all the scars
You left on me
So, as I'm walking home today,
Away from you
And your toxicity,
I say these words
I HATE YOU
Cause apparently
English doesn't have a word
To describe
How much I feel
Towards you.
A/n Part two, I think?
I swear this is the best idea I've ever come across. I know, I know. I could've written this so much better, but something is seriously wrong with me, wth?
Anyway, this is dedicated to for the amaaazzzing idea. I could never have thought of it, and I'm so grateful. Gahhh!!!
Love y'all.
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