I hate that I still love youI hate looking at your blue eyes or brown hairI hate seeing you aroundI hate how we used to non stop talk then you started ignoring meI hate that your with herI hate your beautiful smileI hate how you haven't noticed I blocked youI hate when you tag me in picturesI hate when you do everything you do but for some damn reason I can't hate you and I hate that and I hate this and I hate myself
Fresh start.It's been 21 days , 5 hours and 30 minutes since we last spoke. last night I woke up from a dream about the "fresh start" we always talked about having .Woke up to the sounds of the broken sink.Then I remembered how your gone and how I need to have a fresh start my myself and I need to remind myself I don't need you.I should remind myself not to count the days you've been gone eitherI tried having a coffee and taking a long bath to drown my thoughts away although I end up over thinking anyways .
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!