moments after what you did to me, you decided to take a shower as i laid there on the bed.

i was crying as i started to hate myself. i hated my stupidity, my innocence, and everything. but why can't i bring myself to completely hate you?

even after all that you did to me.

i quickly got up from your bed and wore my clothes. i could still hear the water running as you hummed to a song. i had ran out of your house with dried tears on my face.

why do i even love you?