I hate the way you left me hanging
I hate the way you don't care.
I hate that I miss everything about you;
Your smile,
Your kiss,
And I even miss playing with your hair.
I hate that she has you now -
And I don't anymore.
You would think it would hurt less,
considering it's going on month four.
I hate that you're happy with her
I hate that they don't have medicine,
A medicine that would help this heart break -
An antibiotic or possibly a cure?
I hate all the things you do;
The way you tickle,
The way you walk,
The way you smile,
And the way you talk.
Every single thing you do.
But most of all,
I hate that after all this -
I can't seem to hate you.