Hate

It’s a strong word,
but some of these feelings are absurd.
i’m confused…
was it not what i believed?
was it a phony plan conceived ?
to just use me?
if so i hate you …
so much have to thank you.
for without your fake love it wouldn’t of been so clear,
to see the man above.
and when i say i hate you….
i really hate me the way i was.
Fake hopes, Fake dreams, Fake love is all that it seems.

 

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