I hate that you left.
I know you had no choice, but I still choose to hate you for that anyway.
Back then, you were someone I would call stupid. Dumb. Maybe, I was the stupid one, watching you work harder than me, everyday.
I hate that you left. I hate that I won't be able to keep in touch anymore.
If I could, I would. I'm sure.
I know why you had to leave, but I still choose to hate you for it.
Maybe I hate you, because I know you were lying when you said you'd be back.
I hate that you left, and I know you're not coming back.
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Poems
PoetryPoems about what's going on in my head. Inspiration to write this book cane from @raeganspoetry on Tiktok. These poems aren't the best since this is my first time writing poetry. These words aren't something I write for fun, these words come straigh...
