I Don't Hate You.

Am I foolish
Or a good person
For still caring
About your well-being?
For still not wanting
You to be hurt.
Even if you hate me
I don't hate you.
I don't think I ever could.
It tears me up
But I will never hate you
Even if
It feels like
You want me to.

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