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I hate the way you go inwards,
and the way you open up.
I hate the way you made me chase you
and how I felt like a chump.
I hate it when you make me gush
and when you told people about us
I hate how much I liked it
I hate how I developed a crush.
I hate how I always had to hurry
out the door to catch the train
I hate how sad I felt afterwards
I hate how you didn’t invite me to stay.
I hate it when we don’t have plans,
I hate that we’ve hit this wall,
But most of all I hate that you don’t miss me
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all.