16/1/2012

Sometimes, the tears I cry,
are not of pain,
are not of sadness,
sometimes it's of, yes, hate.

It's because I can't find someone,
someone like you.

We've shared moments,
that maybe true lovers haven't felt.
For what we had was more than love,
It was everything one needed.
one needed to survive.

I've told myself so many times,
that I don't hate you,
that I am okay,
I stand by what you did.

But the truth needs to be told,
I hate you.
Not because you left,
maybe that a little,
It's because,
You never told me what it was,
that was hurting you!

Did you forget I was strong?
That I could have come to help?

I couldn't read minds,
I never can.
I will be there, though,
listening, holding your hand.

I wished nothing but the best,
for you,
for us.

and if you thought this was the best,
this is what I hate the most,
that there is a lot you've missed.

Sometimes,
I hate you.