~This isn't a poem~

I hurt
My body aches
I hate
I hate..
I hate that you paint
I hate the way your face fit in my hands
The way I felt you and feel you, one in the same
I hate how things changed;
But never did
Reminisce isn't the word for this
Years fade and still you paint
Fuck footprints
Fuck everything you ever told me
I FUCKING hate how well that you knew me
No rhyming this isn't a poem this is the new me
No more washing away stains that will always remain
I'll paint my shirt black like a fad and continue this way
Fuck you
I always told you that I loved you
You loved me too
If this fucking phone types 'duck' one more time then fuck it i'm through
Improve;
Thats how I'd show you
I was patient, methodical, and what did you do?
Destroyed my fucking life I ducking hate that I love you