I hate you.
I am on the floor, spilling out my
broken soul from my eyes but
in a night of many broken hearts, you don't
realize what you've done.

I despise you.
I used to think that maybe,
maybe you felt the same as me
but no, you took my heart
and you rubbed it in my face.

I pity you.
You are as good as blind, because
you cannot see what has been
staring you straight in the face
for five long years.

I need you.
I'm scared, terrified and I hurt so much,
afraid that your calling out
my name will be the last sound
I hear in my short and wretched life.

I love you
This we realize as I pull you
closer to me, even in the midst
of chaos, I don't want to lose you
and know what could have been.