Hate isn't a word I would commonly use.
but there are so many uncommon things about you
Perhaps no one else sees it how I do
Your eyes
Your laugh
Your smile
I despise them all
they kept me running around myself
Till I got so dizzy I fell
I hate you Peter
Your very name I detest
The sound of it ringing, endlessly, forever
reverberating in my head
Its not your fault, when I let go of you
I let go of me too
But I'm going to blame you anyway
Taking responsibility for what I've become
Is like one farmer taking responsibility for world hunger
No matter how much love I produce
You never would take it
Peter I hate you, because that is the only thing left
I've yet to try.
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