they say forgiveness is a virtue,

but I’d rather keep my anger.

you’re the reason I’ve been so blue;

the reason I hate the songs that were bangers;

you’re the reason I still cry at night;

the reason I see a man and think “DANGER!”

too afraid that he’ll break my heart no matter how bright his light.

I hate you; I wish we were just strangers.

I wish I could forget and move on from the past.

why do you still affect me so much?

I really hope this feeling doesn’t last,

or else I’m afraid I’ll never feel a man’s love, a man’s touch.