I'm such a slut to emotions.
I hate the way he makes my heart flutter.
I hate the way i can't let go.
I hate the way I cry at night.
I hate the way I tell him everything.
I hate the way I think about what could be...when I'm the one who initiated the break up.
I hate the way I know we want different things...yet still I want us back.
But what I hate most, is that he's moved on without me.
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