I hate how you told me “everything’ll be okay”.
I hate how you held my hand when no one seemed to notice.
I hate how you kissed me over and over again.
I hate the sweet things you said.
I hate your taste lingering in my mouth.
I hate your scent all over my clothes.
I hate that necklace you gave me.
I hate you for not being able to get rid of it.
I hate you for making me wear it every day.
I hate how thinking of you fills me with sorrow.
I hate how that sorrow reminds me of the sweet moments of hope.
I hate how i felt when you told me you trusted me.
I hate myself for falling for you.
But still, Oceanblue… I hate you even more for making me.
Jessica B. Vicious
