I hate you—because of what you did to me. You asked me to wait, and I waited for you …
But only to find out that there was someone else.
I hate you—because every time we’re together (with our common friends, of course) I’d see you texting “her.”
Maybe because I am jealous, I do not know, but it’s annoying. Why do you have to do that in front of me?
I hate you—because you wore that jersey that has “our” number. Why do you have to wear that? Is that your way of saying you’ve moved on?
I hate you—because you are insensitive.
I hate you—because you never loved me.
But the worst is, I hate myself knowing that I loved the wrong person.
