Hate and Love are Four Letter Words

I hate the way you walked around,
nose high and mighty like a little show pony.
You'd strut and bounce and walk about,
and then you'd walk right by me.

I hate the touch of your hand,
oh, how it used to it used to hold me down.
I hate the sound of your voice
by god it sounded like a clown.

I hate how you never called me,
I'd hold my phone and cry.
I hate how I called you,
You'd give a hello and a goodbye.

I hate the dullness in your eyes
when you lied to me
when you told me you loved me.

But most of all,
I hate to think,
of how I used to believe.

Everyday I remember you,
your strut, your voice and your touch.
My eyes begin to sting with tears,
whenever I remember our beautiful love.

I hate myself for hating you,
and it tears me up inside.
but sometimes if I try,
I can remember the good things you used to do.

Like our walks around the street,
we could talk for hours at a time.
We would buy ice cream down the block,
we stuck together like lemon and lime.

and those memories
help me through
the agony and pain of loosing you.