That night.

Just once last time.

Is what I wished.

One last kiss.

One last hug.

One last “I love you”

But the thought of you hurts

Way more than your presence did

I hate you.

I hate that you left me.

I hate that you moved on.

And I wish you'd come back.

I hate you.

I hate that you lied.

I wish i’d met you when you weren't already in love

I hate that I was just the other girl.

The one that gave you attention

That the other couldn't

But in reality.

All of it was nothing more than 5 seconds.