I hate you.
You’ve consumed your way inside of me like a parasite that’s feeding on my guts.
You watch me as I hurt, loving every minute of it.
I hate you.
Making me toss and turn with this burning inside of me that only other lovers can relate to.
A burning that feels so real that it’s as though you’re literally taking chunks out of my inside.
I hate you.
For keeping me hoping, wanting, yearning for those feelings you once unleashed.
Like no person has experienced before.
I hate you.
For making me love you so deeply that I never thought possible.
To a degree that is so great that only God can understand it.
I hate you
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