I think I might hate you.

There. I said it.

But that's not true.

I don't hate you.

Not really.

I don't.

I can't.

Sometimes I think I do.

You hurt me.

Do you feel it?

Can you tell?

Do you notice?

I think you do.

You just don't show it.

You don't have to pretend with me.

Just be who you are.

I won't tell.

But don't be like this.

I hate this.

I hate you.

Maybe it's true.

I think you broke my heart.

It feels like it.

You break it. You buy it.


I suppose not.

I give you everything.

You give me what?


What do I do?