I hate the way you look at me, how they judge me and force me away with that.
I hate you for bringing my dream with you and for leaving me alone in a way that was not mine.
I hate the way my life has taken, and above all, I hate the way I did lie.
I do not hate you just for taking my one true desire away, I hate you for trying, every day, keep me from my peace.
The hate myself for not caring and the ease with which I left out.
I hate not being chosen, and I hate to collect the leftovers that keep me alive and healthy.
But above all I hate myself.
By loving unconditionally, for pretending not to see his apathy, by disguising its unwillingness to me.
I hate myself so much for not stop loving you and knowing that each passing day, my love grows, solidifies, roots.
The scar you left in my chest burns sporadically but their pain is so strong and violent, which leads me to a happy past. And then throws me a gift full of anguish, pain and sacrifice.
I hate her so much, but I hate more, knowing that I'll love you forever.
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