I hate that I know clearly how it works. That I may seem desperate for you now, but I know, I wouldn't feel the same way if you were right here beside me again. I'm having to constantly correcting myself that 'I don't love you, I never did.'

I hate that I can't hate you, because it still feels surreal to me. So, don't expect me to get over something I can't accept.

I don't mind that you're asking too much from me, I'm happy to give it all... But I can't, I don't want to, since you're not willing to even pity me something so simple, such as loyalty.

I know I didn't love you, I just hated that you never gave me a chance to..

When we argue, all you see is our relationship falling apart. But, what I see is how hard we are fighting to stay in each other's heart.

You're a mystery that I just want to stand and stare, but one's heart can only take so much.

I hate you, but I hate more that I do.

It is possible that you might not have liked her, but it is definately impossible that you loved me.

If honesty makes me ugly, I'm sorry, I'll never be as beautiful as she.

Do me a favour, and be ever so kind. Stop doing things, that will circle my mind.