Define Hate

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Notes on Love

You are immature

You are a child

I expect better from a girl like you

 

One thousand good intentions

Are blown to fuck

By three simple words that define your feelings for me

You bipolar freak

 

I hate you

A scream on the phone

That makes me cringe with shock

After all this time

Where is this girl I love?

 

And this Anger that I show

Cowers in the Sorrow that builds behind it

There is no hiding

There is no running

There is only Sadness

And Hopelessness

For even when you grab my heart

And snap it in half with your knee

It throbs with love for you

 

If seeing is believing

Then with this knife

I'll show you a picture

You thought you'd never see

And you better believe it babe

Death is not unfaithful to the living

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