I HATE YOU

      OK,this is just something that came to me while I was surfing the web.I'm not sure it's any good but I decided to put it up anyway.I'm still fairly new at this.I promise I'll get better.It is 75% fiction and 25% non-fiction,you can guess which is which if you like. Anyway,here it is.

I liked you,

You liked me, at least that’s what you said.

You made me feel wanted,and I was grateful for that.

You showed me maximum attention sometimes, and other times you completely ignored me.

I didn’t complain,I was just happy someone wanted me.

You asked me out,I finally said yes.

You seemed pleased,I was happy I could make you happy.

We dated for a while and those where the happiest days of my life.

You showed me off to your friends,told me I was beautiful.

I couldn’t believe my luck so I turned a blind eye to your faults.

‘Nobody is perfect right?’

You said you wanted to take our relationship a step further.

I said I wasn’t ready,you seemed disappointed.

I finally agreed,first base only.

You smiled,again I was glad I could make you smile.

We kissed.It was nice,but you wanted more.

I thought I could handle a bit more.

A little touching wouldn’t hurt right?

It wasn’t so bad at first,in fact it felt good.

I wanted more as well but I didn’t know how to ask.

I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to.

Still you wanted more,so we got to second base.

It still felt great so far and I was beginning to wonder why I didn’t want sex in the first place.

So I let you knock yourself out.

But then I started to get uncomfortable.

I asked you to stop but you wouldn’t.

I begged you to stop but you probed further.

It started to hurt and I tried to push you away,

But you were much stronger.

You pinned me to the bed and yanked my clothes off.

I felt bare and exposed.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

I tried to push you off but I failed miserable.

And then I stopped fighting.

Although you were hurting me,I liked it.

Maybe I liked you too much,

Or make be I was too messed up in the head.

I let you in without a fight.

It was bittersweet.

I wanted the pain to stop but I didn’t want you to stop.

You were too drunk with passion to notice I stopped fighting.

When you descended from the clouds,you stared at me in disbelief.

I didn’t cry,I actually smiled.

I saw the confusion on your face.

‘You didn’t have to hurt me,you should have just asked’

Those word drove you away.

You were consumed with guilt and concern for my sanity.

You walked out and never looked back.

I cried for days waiting for you to come back.

Five years later,I saw you at Lily’s wedding

You couldn’t bare to look at me

But we were both grown so we got to talking

You apologized and begged for forgiveness

I was never mad at you and I still wanted you.

You told me I needed help and you recommended a therapist.

Now everything is clear and I hate you.

I hate you and everyone else who made me think it was normal.

I hope I never see you again and if I do,one of us will die.