I hate that I know your work schedule again.
I hate that I know you stay home on Mondays to catch up on sleep.
I hate that I know on Tuesdays you go to coffee with your friends.
And I hate that I memorized the way your new car smells.
I hate that I was reminded how you smell.
I hate that I remember how your skin felt against mine.
I hate that I remember how it made me feel when you touched me.
And I hate that I fell in love with your dogs.
I hate that you bought me more things.
I hate that I have more to hold onto now.
I hate that I know you didn't want to get over me.
And I hate that I think it was a lie.
I hate that I remember how it felt to be in your arms.
I hate that I remember how it felt when you called me beautiful.
I hate that I remember how in love with you I am.
And I hate that because of you I can not love you.
I hate that I hate it.
Because I don't really want to.
