I hate the thought that I once loved you.
I hate the thought that I once wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.
I hate the idea that I would have given you anything to make you happy,
And all you had to do was just ask.
I chose to love you so much that I ended up not loving myself enough.
I gave you my all,
But to you
I was not enough,
Never was.
You wanted more,
More than I can give,
Not because I didn’t want to
But because I had nothing more to give
You took advantage of my innocence,
And then you pushed me away.
I was glad that I had met you,
But now I curse the day I first exchanged words with you.
I thought you were a blessing, but now I realise you were a curse.
All I ever did was love you.
I had silently hoped that you would at least return the favour.
Little did I know that
You would choose not to play fair.
You used my love for you against me.
Believe me you,
I don’t want you back
But I wish that
It felt the same with other guys as it did with you.