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Hate Me

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Athazagoraphobias

Published: Apr 1, 2007

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Hate me in words
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow

Hate me when you’ve got no one to blame
Hate me when you can’t hate another
Hate me when you’ve got nothing to do
Hate me when you’re abused

Hate me when I can’t understand you
Hate me when I can’t defend you

Hate me when I cry
Hate me when I can’t
Hate me when I lie
Hate me when I shan’t

Hate me in words
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow

You can hate me in words
And hate me in sorrow.
You can hate me forever,
Or just for tomorrow.

But I can’t hate you in words
And I can’t hate you in sorrow.
Because I’ll love you forever…

Or just for tomorrow.

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I am amazingly pleased with this poem. I just sat down and wrote it, and it turned out... Well, it turned out (in my opinion). Which probably mean I'll hate it tomorrow... Urgh.

This is supposed to be from the point of view of the guy in this relationship. Not the girl. Just 'cause I'm a girl doesn't mean a girl's voice said this to me. It was a guy's, and that's that. M'kay?

The girl in this relationship is going through a crisis, or has a cold hard rock for a heart, or whatever. I don't really care. Whatever pleases you to come up with, then that's what she has/is/etc.

I'm in love with the guy in this poem. He's so cool and I bet he's as huggable as a teddy bear. (I made him up, so I'd know

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