I hate the way you treat me
I hate the ebb and flow
I hate that when I touch myself
Its to you, that my mind goes.
I hate that I still miss you
And feeling you up close
I hate that you dont get it
that its you I miss the most.
I hate that things are changing
I hate that you dont see
I hate that it always hurts so much
That you dont know you were meant for me
I hate that theres no closure
I hate that Im in pain
I hate every day a little more
and I know that hate's in vain.
On Friday, I had a 20 min discussion about how I'm not performing, and my stats are looking so bad.
Today, I get a phone call about how I must be ready for friday because I'm apparently, employee of the month. But SSHHHH, dont tell anyone.
Now how the fuck does that work?
I realized I dont hate. Ive just realized my eyes are open.And the things I see, hurt me. It just hurt. Its pain. I deal with it the only way I know how. Just wait and it will go away. And it always does. But sometimes those scars, hell they take a while hey.
I just wonder sometimes, when things like this pop up on my timeline. Was that smile genuine? Did you already know you were going to throw it all away? I tried, I really did. Im sorry it wasnt it enough. But I have to...I wouldnt even say move forward, I just need to find the now, the here. The Present.
