hating that you love

hating that you love

It’s been such a long time that I had someone important in my life That I’ve actually forgotten what someone important in my life means

Every time I see her it fucks me up
Because every time I see her I just want to hug her and be close to her
and i want to see that sparkle in her eye, the same sparkle that sets me alight

but I just end up being a bastard to her.
I hate this shit.

i dont even think i love anymore,
because that love, still so strong has made me hate myself
i hurt the person i loved.

 

and thats why i’m going.

The love of my life

The love of my life (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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