Hate.

I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head.
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed.
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone.
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home.
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain.
An ounce of peace is all I want from you, will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face.
And will you never try to reach me, it is I that wanted space.

Hate me today.
Hate me tomorrow.
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways, ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.