You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened - or you can just leave the pieces on the flor and MOVE THE FUCK ON.

8.9.09

I hate..

I hate it when my phone rings, and your name doesn't show.
I hate it when I hear our song. It kills me long and slow.
I hate the way you still smile at me, even though she's at your side.
I hate the nights I’m all alone, and all the times I cried.
I hate the way you say my name, or just the way you look.
I hate the way I know you. How I can read you like a book.
I hate the way I don't hate you, because I still love you so.
I hate the way you'll never see, and the way you'll never know.

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