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.