Hate
How can this be, when I’m
Hating myself for you.
How can you stand there and
Help, Knowing it hurts me.
Hell has spots for you, so
Hail to the fire and stone.
Hurts, doesn’t it? I know.
Copyright © Willow Tree | Year Posted 2019
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