I Could Hate You.

I Could Hate You

I could hate you for what you did, how you did it, and why.
I could hate you for how you left; chucking deuce to the sky.

I could hate you for what you didn't tell me when you had the chance.
I could hate you for involving me in that silly romance.

I could hate you for making me waste time, money, and energy.
You lied with that smile, saying 'You'll always have a friend in me”

I want to hate you, because truthfully, you really cut me deep.
My clothes would be drenched in my pain, if emotions could secrete.

I want to hate you for being there when times were really hard.
You comforted my anxiety, knowing I was deeply scarred.

I want to hate you for soft kisses and sleeping in my arms as we rest.
Our love was amazing, but our love-making was the best.

I could never hate you for talking to me so late on the phone.
Exchanging opinions and laughs, wishing we had each other alone.

I couldn't hate you for our first meeting, you were cocky and sure.
Your first words to me - “Damn, they don't play good music anymore..??”

So I guess I'll never hate you; it was just a part of the ride.
But I'd never want you back....neither dead or alive.