What I'm Left With

All I can say is I hate you.

I hate your smile.

I hate your hair.

I hate when you call me 'Cute'.


All I feel is hurt.

I hurt when I think of your smile when we laughed.

I hurt when I remember playing with your hair.

I hurt when I replay you calling me 'Cute'.


When I think of you, I'm numb.

And that's all I have left from you. 

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