Moving on

I hate the way you made me feel,

I hate the way I cried,

I hate the way I ran home,

I hate that I had to hide.

I hate what was left of me

After you were gone.

I hate that I felt worthless,

Even though I barely did anything wrong.

You moved on to something new.

But was it really new?

Or was it just the old you,

Recycled

Again?

Same friends,

Same feelings,

Same life.

When I got none of it,

I got nothing.

I wanted to feel nothing.

I wanted to be nothing.

I wanted to become nothing.

I wanted you to feel

Like how I did.

“Wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy” is bullshit,

When I am forced to feel like this.

I thought I would hate you forever

And it would go away.

But it’s hard to keep hating someone when

They brought you to where you are today.

When I see you around

In my peripheral view

It’s hard not to feel bad

That you have to be you.

So I don’t hate you anymore

Or at least I try to be better.

I just hate the way you made me feel

And that I never got an answer.

First online March 11, 2024, 6:32 p.m.

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