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I hate being patient, waiting for your priceless admiration. I hate being alone, when you race outside so happy like a cyclone. I hate your eyes, attracted to it even if I know it's full...

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© Cameron Lund

October 2009

Without You

I HATE being patient, but I've got more of it than anyone else I know
I HATE having to put my self aside for something else,
but I care enough to do it
I find myself filled with a lot of that lately... this... Hate...
It sounds so weird to say it out loud... Hate.... It doesn't have a nice feeling.
I HATE-
It's just not me.
It's not how I want to be.
It doesn't sound right coming out of my mouth.
It doesn't sound right swirling through my head
why is it that I find myself constantly forcing that word out of my head.
I hate that...
there it is again,
lately It creeps up on me.
I know what causes it. I'm tired.
I'm tired of being patient and putting myself second
second for you
I hate you
I don't hate you.
I hate the power you seem to have over me
I hate that I can't hate you.
I feel helpless,
The words echo through my head. They echo through the room.
The room
This room.
I hate this room.
The room you so kindly took the time to build for me.
the room in my head.
once my sanctuary. - now my enemy.
I hate this room.
I'm forced to sit in this damp windowless room.
there is no way out. Not yet anyways.
I have to wait.
wait - And be patient.
wait...
for you.

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  • by Ada Zhang
  • 2 months ago

I hate being patient,
waiting for your priceless admiration.
I hate being alone,
when you race outside so happy like a cyclone.
I hate your eyes,
attracted to it even if I know it's full of lies.
I hate this room,
because it's full of our weathered bloomed.
I hate loving you,
because you know I just can't get over you.

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  • by Nicholas
  • 1 year ago

This poem fits my life right now. After complications with my closest friend I've ever had. She makes me so frustrated but no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can't hate her. Which I suppose I'm glad about because I don't want to hate her. I just miss her. Wish that she'd trust me and confide in me how she used to. But I can't. And I hate it. I'm bitter now. Bitter at everything. And I think that's the cause.

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