Hate

Every now and then your name comes up in conversation

Or I hear you that you’ve been talking to somebody new

And I almost care but then I remind myself that I’ve moved on too

But I start to hope that maybe some day you’ll call

And then I hate you cause you don’t

and I hate myself for thinking that you would

 

-april 2014

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