i hate myself.
i hate myself for loving you.
but i hate you more.
i hate you for leaving me.
parts of me wanted to ask you to stay, to fight for me, to fight for us, our love.
but i couldnât, i didnât.
if you wanted me, if you wanted us, then i wouldnât have to ask you.
and i know you didnât want that, for our love was make believe.