If Hating You Was Easy It Wouldn'T Be Worth It.
I think I want to hate you more than I ever actually let myself like you.
In three words I dispense all that's gone left unsaid, from the roots of my blossoming tree I do shed: I despise you.
For catching my words in the scabs of my throat, the ones that I've needed to get out the most.
I am listless in the warm company... more »