I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive the car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact you didn't call
but mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close
Not even a little bit

Not even at all

Look into my eyes and hear what I'm not saying, for my eyes speak louder than my voice ever will

Fake is the new trend, and everyone seems to be in style.

Where did I go wrong? I lost my friend. We barely talk, and it's been months since we've seen each other. We're always close, but you never seem to care. I still remember when we used to talk ant text and laugh and have fun, every single day. You could sit with me in silence, and still you would know what I was trying to tell. You never wondered 'What the hell is wrong with her?' or 'Why are her eyes so bloody red?', you just pulled me to your chest and held me close, as long as I needed it. You never said 'I told you so..' when I made the same mistake over and over again. You'd just look into my eyes and make me feel better. And now, every time I feel sad, I think about you. I see your blue eyes, every time I close mine. Lately, the sadness is because of you. You knew my story, and still, you made it happen all over again. You try to be my friend, but it's fake. Everyting is fake. You pull the strings to bring me back to you, and when I'm close enough to taste the hope and love, you let go of them. I tend to be in despair. I don't want to lose you. But it's not my loss, it's yours. You let go of the one person who would never give up on you

You said you never wanted to see me hurt. Did you close your eyes then, every time I cried?

Saying sorry doesn't mean there isn't guilt, and forgiving doesn't mean the pain is gone

A teardrop is insignificant in a pool of water, but it can touch the soul as it runs down someone's face