„I hate you. "
Those words ring in my mind.
But I can't help but to think.
That maybe I don't hate you back.
That maybe you don't hate me either.
Though that's just a maybe.
But your words are for real.
No maybes.
Just hate.
Even as you say it every day.
I can't help but to wonder, why I feel like this.
Why can't I just hate you?
Just like you hate me.
I wish I'd hate you.
So I'd have no regrets.
When I curse you.
When I beat you.
But I do have regrets.
And I hope.
Only hope, that you don't hate me either.
But that's a lie.
And I know it.
But I still hope.
Even, as I hear those words again:
"I hate you."