hate

I hate that

one of the last memories of real tenderness

Was with you

I hate that

You were the last time I felt in love

And I hate that

Despite everything

It was still the best I ever had

Because I never made the same mistakes

With anyone else

I didnt stick around through their lies

Only yours

I hate myself

For loving you so deeply

When I doubt you ever loved me at all

And I hate myself for still caring

When you've done nothing worthy since

To warrant it