I hate that it's never-ending.
I hate that you're still on my mind.
I hate that it's no longer the beginning.
I hate that our relationship is out of time.
I hate you but I don't.
And that's why I can't move.
I hate that your somewhere out there with no idea that this poem is about you.
It seems to me I'm trying my absolute worse to forget you. But how could anyone ever forget love?