Hating Me.

If you hate me, just don't talk to me. Don't pretend like we are okay.

At times you make me feel special and the other times are filled with hatred. Don't think I didn't see you shaking your head, I'm not blind, I'm not stupid, I know when it's time to say goodbye. 

Few, but Sweet

I wished i didn't have to see your face. The sight of you brought up a million and one emotions, some I wanted to feel and others, not very much. When I saw you today, I tried to cover up all emotions and thoughts, I wanted to forget you. But then I realized, the only way for me to do that is to not see you anymore. This is not possible. We go to the same place everyday. Soon, very soon, I might not have to see you at all, that is probably the most exciting news you've ever heard isn't it? When I see your friendly face talking and having fun, it makes me want to cry, but I hold it in, I know very well that I'm over you, so why do I get this emotions then? I wished I didn't love you before then at least I'd have that feeling I had with you before. You being so sweet, kind, and gentle. You being my friend, why did I have to go and spoil it? But then again I can't blame myself, because if I didn't do what I did then I'd never had experienced that fuzzy feeling when I saw you walking towards me, or how my heart would melt everytime they made fun of us but u didn't bother, or maybe that time when every movement you made made me feel as if you had eyes only for me. I think I was hallucinating, cause how's it possible that I felt that when now that I know you never really meant that. Sometimes if you took the chance and look at me you'd notice that I have on a small and silly smile, that must have been when I thought of you asking me questions about my love life, acting all interested in it, or how you made me laugh as you teased me like I was your sister or how you just used to be you. I know that now I feel upset and wished I hadn't done what I did, but I'm glad, in fact totally loving the fact that these few but sweet memories we had will always be kept in my heart. Whereas to you, I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Yesterday you broke my heart. Today you smashed it to bits.

What does it mean, your actions today?

You seem to tease me behind my back.

Makes me feel like it's all an act.

Tell me really what are your motives?

Cause sometimes I feel,

Like it wasn't enough for you

To play with my heart.

You'd like to take it and smash it to bits

To make me feel as if I did not exist.

Maybe that wouldn't have been that bad.

To not exist feels better than to be backstabbed.

That is even if you do get what I mean.