I picked up my pen and started to write a hate poem about you.
Then I realised nothing had changed, why do we what we do?
Once we were civil, we just didn’t speak. We had come apart,
But thinking of you made me hate and that left a sting on my heart.
Why did I let your words upset me, just a silly little line?
Because it really should not matter a few weeks ago we were fine.
I kept cool for so long, I was doing so well. Keeping my contact at a least,
But now it’s exploded into a pile of hatred, because our disregard ceased.
I don’t want to be your friend, but I want to remain polite,
Keep away from you and be kind. Not so lost in disrespect and spite,
I don’t want to be friends, that is something I debar,
But this stupid hate has gone way too far.
