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by threestarsonemoon

by threestarsonemoon

I can't hate you.

Not after the bruises and the tears

the vodka and the screaming

or the smashing of plates.

Not when I'm crying,

hyperventilating,

wishing to be anywhere else.

I can't hate that you hate me

and don't support me

or hold me when I'm feeling down.

I will never love you

but I cannot hate you.