I think it finally happened…

I think I hate you now…

I don’t know what took me so long to really…

Because it was always about you,

And never me.

Put you first,

You loved that.

Me always on the back burner…

My feelings never mattering enough.

As lovers or even just as friends,

You deceived me.

Made me believe all the things…

When in reality,

Nothing you ever said was true.

Unless it came to being about you…

Actually,

What if I don’t hate you?

Even after everything…

What if I hate me?

Even though you’re the one who made me feel this way…

Played with my emotions ,

My kindness being my weakness…

Time and time again.

We’re you ever my friend?

Because I know I was yours

Helped you in ways no one else did.

I always came through.

But you dispose of me.

What does that make me?

Useless?

Pathetic.

Rejected.

Even when I didn’t even want love.

Always given up.

Never fought for.

And left.

Blocked and deleted.

So I blocked back too.

Defeated.

But never giving you any kind of room to manipulate my kindness again.

So in the end you lose.

But I’ll let you call it a win.