HATE
I hate you. Do you hate me? I hate every tear I cried for you. Every heart I broke for you. Every drug I tried for you. I hate that I still love you. That I still want you. That I still crave you. I hate that I almost breathe you. I hate that your parents love me. That they love me more than you ever did. I hate that they still send me cards on holidays and my birthday. I hate that you sign it just so won't yell at you. I hate that your friends still come to my shows and you don't. I hate when they smile at me solely because they know I still need you. I hate when I see pictures of you because I know you love her more. I hate when I see your name because it reminds me of all the times I screamed it. I hate when I read you interviews because you always say "It was just a drunk fuck" even though it wasn't. I hate them, but I read them anyway. I hate when I see her because she stole you from me. I hate when you say you're straight because you're not. I hate that you want to be "friends" because we'll never just be friends. I hate that you still use my symbol. That you still have pictures of me everywhere. I hate that you still love my songs. And that you still buy all my merchandise. I hate when I see your face because I see hers too. I hate that I hurt myself for you. I hate that I love you. I hate you, Bam Margera, I hate you.
Sincerely yours,
VV