I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you!
But...
All the time...
No matter how much I keep saying that
to myself,
no matter how hard I hide it into smiles,
no matter how much I keep walking away from it,
no matter how hard I scream it at night
as tears stain my cheeks,
I can't help but hear a my own voice
in my head
whispering about
all your good sides.
I do love the way
you hold me
I do love the way
you touch me.
I do love the way
you see me.
I do love the way
you make me feel...
When I'm with you,
I feel loved.
I feel special.
I feel beautiful.
I feel like a princess.
You make me feel that.
And that's why it breaks me
knowing, that
you made another girl
feel the same way too
when you were with me.
That's why I hate you.
But... What if you were right?
What if your feeling never changed?
What if you are sorry?
What if...
What if I'm an evil?
I am the one who broke up with you
after all.
I am the one who called
you a
heart-breaker,
liar
traitor,
after all.
And you did say
you're sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for breaking
your heart
with all those cruel words.
Were they even true?
What if I misunderstood?
But...
You broke my heart first.
It's all your fault!
I hate you!
And...
I
love
you.
Ngk, Ramadhan 17th 1432
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