I hate you!
I hated you when you were here and I hate you now that you are gone.
Hate!
That's a grave word to use isn't it?
Dislike, detest, perhaps even loathe but hate?
You must think, she may have been deeply wounded to say that.
Yes, I have.
Yes, I have been torn apart when he pushed my hands away, irritated when I hugged him.
Yes, I have been scarred when those words fell off his lips and I jammed my finger in my ears, closed my eyes shut failing to hold on to my innocent heart.
Yes, I have been hurt when he angrily screamed and wished for me to be dead.
Yes, I have been hurt since he left without saying goodbye.
Yes, I have been scarred since the realization hit me that I'll never hear my name being called in his voice.
Yes, I have been torn apart since not knowing if I should mourn or laugh.
And I hate you, I hate you,
I hate you with all my heart
I hate you
If hate was ever read in a blurred sight as Love.
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Diary of an Introvert
RandomDiary of an Introvert is a collection of my thoughts that I have jotted down in different phases of my life. Thoughts that were too much for me to spill in front of others at the same time too much to hold within myself. Thoughts that I have died...
