There are many reasons I hate you and it’s all to plain to see.
Though many think they’re petty, they have meaning to me.
I hate the way you made me feel like I wasn’t anything at all.
I hate the way you ignored the ring when I tried to call.
I hate the way you were quick to start shit, but then quick to point blame.
Being an asshole was what you were good at; you’re claim to fame.
But most of all, I hate you for how you shattered a heart that loved you so.
The woman who cries for the lies you told, but now… she knows.
L. Dee Walker – 2/8/2013