It broke my heart.
You, broke it.
I felt used
I felt betrayed
and
I felt cheated.
I push myself so hard
just to hate you.
But the more I hate you
the more I think about liking you
this feeling,
it makes me happy
but still
it annoys me
but most of the time
the laugh we shared
cures the scars inside of me.
Those broken pieces of happiness seems getting back together again
when we are close
but you
part them away
few times,
probably there's more in the future.
Now, I don't know. I don't know what to feel.
Maybe I shouldn't hope too much in the first place.
