Chapter Eleven

I hate you, because I hurt you.

I hate you, because you give me the access to hurt you.

I hate myself more, because I hate you

so much to hurt you.

I hate you, because you make me hate myself

for hating you so much to hurt you.

I hate you, because anger is everywhere,

It owns me, runs through every of my damn cells whenever ever we cross paths.

Why?

Because you give me mixed feelings.

I hate you, yet you're everywhere.

I feel your presence when you're not close.

I imagine your fucking scent all the time.

You smell exactly the way my baby brother did.

Despite how grown up you are,

You still look, smell and act like a kid.

And I hate my self so much for letting these thoughts of you ravel me.

I hate yo