Guess Who Loves to Hate You
It’s me. Of course it’s me.
Who else would carry your ghost
like a charm around their neck?
I whisper your name just to feel it burn,
a word too sharp for the mouth.
You taught me how to bleed quietly,
how to smile while drowning.
I love to hate you because it keeps you close,
because forgetting feels like dying twice.
You left me a mirror full of cracks,
and I stare into it,
trying to see you instead of me.
Sometimes, in the corner of my eye,
I think I do.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (1)
Just let those emotions out and this would be great for a marriage counseling session. Good job.