A poem made by me
I hate you (not really).
I hate your eyes and your smile. I hate the way we haven’t talked in a while. I hate the way you turn around and not stare back at me when all I wanted was for you to see me because I know how special we could really be. I hate doing so much for you, and you doing so little my heart starts to feel so brittle. how you made me feel so very little. I wanted you to love me as much as you hated me, maybe just maybe soon you’ll see how much you meant to me, maybe you’ll see that you meant everything to me.

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A poem made by me 
                       I hate you (not really).
I hate your eyes and your smile. I hate the way we haven’t talked in a while. I hate the way you turn around and not stare back at me when all I wanted was for you to see me because I know how special we could really be. I hate doing so much for you, and you doing so little my heart starts to feel so brittle. how you made me feel so very little. I wanted you to love me as much as you hated me, maybe just maybe soon you’ll see how much you meant to me, maybe you’ll see that you meant everything to me.

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