ALL THE THINGS I HATE TO SAY

I hate to tell you that I don't really need you.
I hate to tell you that you aren't my world.
I hate to tell you that I don't really see you in the big picture.
Or of all the dreams I can easily push you out of.
I hate to tell you that you aren't on my mind much anymore.
Or that your pictures need to come off my wall.
I hate to tell you that there are things I majorly hate about you.
I hate to see you sad.
I hate to see you frown.
I hate it when you're not around, but I'd hate it more if you were.

But maybe it's me I'm mad at.
Maybe it's me I hate today.
Maybe I just hate the date.
Maybe I just need to hate.

Maybe I shouldn't be allowed to rhyme.

Maybe...