Hurt

I hate the way you make me cry.
I hate how you make me want to die.
I hate the way that you think I love you.
I hate how nothing you've told me is true.

I loath the way you think I don't care.
I loath how you don't believe I'll always be there.
I loath the way you're constantly filled with misery.
I loath how it always seems to rub off on me.

I can't stand the way all I do is weep.
I can't stand how I never want to wake from my sleep.
I can't stand the way all you do is doubt.
I can, however, stand from my life taking you out.

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4 comments so far.

1. rose gossard says:

   Sad but very powerful with the last line. Good job on this.

2. Daniel Gougeon says:

   That was very good. I love the title.

3. Jesse Gonzalez says:

   Oh, how I see. How I see. Omnipotent.

4. carolyn caldwell says:

   this poem was great however the ending took it over that was deep