He loved him,
He was disgusted by him,
He was infatuated with him,
He hated the mere thought of him,
They both wanted to be happy,
He couldn't be happy without him,
He was only happy without him,
He screamed confessions that confused him and only led to violence and pain,
He screamed words that shattered his heart and broke his soul,
They both knew they couldn't love,
So they made each other hate,
Just to say they had feelings.
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I made this for a friend. He once told me unrequited love is the best kind of torture. Never fall in love with your friends, it backfired on him. It'll backfire for you too
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