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i hate you.

that was the part

you weren’t getting.

it wasn’t just anger

or pure sadness.

i began to hate you with

the parts of me that

used to love you.

you spread your lips for kisses

that did not belong to me,

and i asked so i could hate you.

so i could rip you from me.

i only needed half a heart to breathe.