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Hate Me Before You Go

I want you to hate me,
And hate me,
And hate me some more,
Just so I can't feel anything for you anymore.

I write you this letter,
Days before I know that you are going to leave,
I want you to hate me now,
Just so I can't feel you when you're gone.

I know when you go,
You'll never try to communicate,
So I don't want to lose a friend,
I'd rather lose someone who hates me.

It didn't take you long to open the envelope,
And the words start to fade,
On the letter I wrote,
Saying how much I'd want to be with you,
And how I'm saying good-bye.
Don't say see you soon,
Just say good-bye.

Don't look back at me,
You can't offer what I want,
Don't give me hope,
When I don't want to feel you at all.

So I slip this envelope onto your desk,
The day that you go,
The day that you want to say 'see you later',
When I know it's going to be good-bye.

And when you leave through those big black doors,
You'll be away in a big city,
Never to be seen,
Or heard from again.

It didn't take you long to open the envelope,
And the words start to fade,
On the letter I wrote,
Saying how much I'd want to be with you,
And how I'm saying good-bye.
Don't say see you soon,
Just say good-bye.

Say good-bye.
Say good-bye.
Good-bye.

Comments

This one is classic.
Perfect poem.

Nothing is missing.

I am sure this is not fictional.
It must have happened to you or someone close to your heart and soul.

I felt like stealing it.

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