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Maybe if I start spittin hate you’d understand,
If I looked past you instead of at you,
Maybe if I abused your skin like abuse my mind,
If I left cuts and bruises rather than torn emotions,
Maybe I’d hit you hard enough,
Knock some sense into that boyish mind,
Maybe I’ll just let it go and keep taking it,
Years of this get old quite fast so enjoy it while ya can,
I quit this shit a while back,
When i put down a bad habit I dont pick back up,
So call all you want, Talk to an empty void,
All you’ll remember is a loving voice,
I gentle touch and dinner every night,
Maybe I’ll poison the next thing to touch your lips,
Taste the bitter-sweet farewell of a break-up,
If I cant please your heart like once before,
Wont no bitch treat you better than me,
I’ve never let hatred slip off the tongue like water,
Like its perfectly natural to manifest such strength,
Emotions can take hold and I’m ready to be drug under,
Drown me the coldest water and ice my lungs,
Stitch my lips and prevent the heat of hate from escaping,
Stop my heartbeat so I’ll die knowing I tried my hardest,
Believe it or not I love you.
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