Hate Comes in Waves

Do I need to know

I'm hated?

But the hate comes

in waves.

Guess we have that

in common 

girl

cause I hate me in waves

just the same.

But I got over hating you 

for not loving me.

Not that it'll

change a thing

but maybe you'll get over hating me

for loving someone.

Doesn't it get tiring!

I was hurt first

cried every day

then angry

screamed and punched and etched rage into paper

then understanding

logical 

then loving.

I just want you to be

happy.

Focusing on hate

makes happiness

hard.

It's up down for you

I know

waves

what sets you off?

I need 

something

 

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