You said, “It’s over,”
I said, “I hate you,”
I meant, “Please don’t say it’s over,”
I meant, “I don’t want to live without you,”
Yet I could feel your love for me was over.
Thus, I uttered angry words,
My words made you annoyed and angry,
Yet you weren’t uttering any more loving words,
You didn’t care that I was hurt and angry,
You no longer saw that I was worth hearing loving words.
Still we both knew that there wasn’t anything we could do,
Not loving me was hurting,
Pretending to love me wasn’t something we both wanted you to do,
So you left me angry and hurting,
In the end, that was the right thing to do.