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.
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
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.