A Thin Line
Hate is such a strong word
And you’re the only one to blame.
I’m really speaking to no one,
But I’ll say it all the same.
I hate the way you laugh
and how you always seem to smile.
I hate how immature you are
just like a little child.
I hate the way you make me laugh
and then you make me cry.
I hate how careless you can be.
Why did I even try?
I hate how I can’t look at you
whenever you walk by.
I hate how every single song
reminds me of your eyes.
I hate how I actually miss your touch
and still want to hold your hand.
I hate how I still think you’re better
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