Hate

I hate the way you walk,

I hate the way you talk,

Your humble, simple tone,

And your every single bone.

And the thing that hurts the most,

You're like a little ghost,

I still remember everything,

The happiness you used to bring.

It's gone with you and can't be back,

I don't think I can fix this crack.

You took my heart and left me dead,

But I hate myself more for loving you so bad.