My hate burns brightly this afternoon. I sit here alone on my bed and think of you. I still miss you. Even after all you did. All you put me through. I can’t even wish you dead anymore. All I can feel is a dull sadness. A single what if. Maybe we could have been lovers. Maybe friends.Or maybe we just weren’t meant to be. Part of me wants to thank you. Through all of your torture,I’ve emerged the other end stronger. And you don’t matter anymore. It’s just a pity I can’t think of you and remember the good times.
