I hate you for meeting me
And later feel like we were meant to be.
I hate you for always looking my way
As if you had something to say.
I hate you for making me smile
And drying my tears for a while.
I hate you for making me care so much
And making my feelings for you go up a bunch.
I hate you for wanting our own song
Even though we didn’t have it that long.
I hate you for making me believe we had something real
Even if we had nothing to reveal.
I hate you for making me face my fear
Having my heart broken like a shattered mirror.
I hate you for making me feel all this pain
Like every time I see you it could rain.
I hate you for all these things you made me believe
Even if in the end you knew you would leave….but most of all….
I hate you for making me cry.
Because everything we did and everything you told me, was nothing more than just a lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem