Dear Tate

Dear Tate,

I hate you.

I never thought I'd be able to get those words out, even if I did take the cowardice route instead of saying it to your face. You messed me up Tate. You're poison.

I don't want to believe that you're not good for me. It's difficult to remind myself of all the pain you've caused. I do want you to know that what I said that night in your basement, I meant it. I never lied to you. I couldn't.

I don't think you try to be so dark, Tate, truly I do not. You're too far gone, the darkness has consumed you. I wish I could have saved you, but instead you infected me.

I hate you. I'll keep telling myself that, every day if I have to to keep from coming back to you.