Dear love
Dear Love, I Hate You
Dear love,
I hate you.
I hate how easily
you made yourself at home in me,
then left like you'd never been there.
I hate that I still remember
the sound of your laugh,
the stupid things you said,
the moments I thought
would last longer than they did.
I hate that you made me believe
I was safe with you.
Because now every soft thing
feels suspicious.
Every promise sounds temporary.
Every “forever” feels like a joke.
And the worst part?
I don't actually hate you.
I hate that some part of me
still wishes I could.
Because hating you would be easier
than admitting
I still care.






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