HateLove


I hate her...
For running out on me that Spring day,
I wanted to make it work,
She wanted was to pack up and drive far away.

I hate her...
For leaving me with so much hurt,
Telling me she loved me,
Then walking out to date and flirt.

I hate her...
For telling me such beautiful lies,
Letting me open up to love,
Then taking my heart and using it like a prize.

I love her...

Eric B. Ramey

Copyright ©2007 Eric B. Ramey

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