The person I will never hate is you.

Even though you broke my heart.

Broke me.

After everything I gave to you.

So much yet so little.

I stayed by your side and got greeted.

Not with love but with a want.

A want for more.

You reached out for me.

Softly, delicately.

Like a flower that I could not break.

My heart was broken in tears.

And I tried.

I tried so hard to reject.

The pain I would get, predictable.

But I couldn't.

I've always had a soft spot for delicate flowers.

And that's why.

Even though it pains me to say.

Even if it breaks me.

Even if I hate myself for it.

The person I could never hate is you.