The Hate and Regret.

I knew there’d be something like this,

From me.

But I never knew he’d do the same thing.

I mean,

For weeks after… “it”

I looked at him with… longing.

Longing for the old times.

But now,

Now it’s his turn.

He listens in on everything I say,

And then always has to say something,

Mean to me afterwards.

Telling me how stupid I am,

In his classic sarcastic manner.

But what’s scaring me now

Is his new thing.

He keeps staring at me.

Well I guess it isn’t new.

He’s been doing it since it happened.

But his eyes.

They just…

They’re giving me a look I’ve never gotten before,

A look of Hate and Regret.

I don’t know why he hates me,

But I’m sure he has a reason.

And the Regret.

I can only hope that he has regret.

I can only hope that this

Was all her fault.

And he wanted to be on my side

But he couldn’t.

He’s always been a talented actor.

But I just…

I can’t believe that because that doesn’t seem him.

Well I don’t know what’s him anymore.

The school him, the new him, the old him?

There’s so many different masks.

Which is something I’ve been

Trying to explain about myself for awhile.

Maybe we’re both the same.

Maybe we’re not as different as we thought.

As THEY thought.

Hate and Regret.

Why do those two go hand in hand this time around?