i hate this feeling going all over again,

i hate to know that its coming back,

i hate to know i have no control over it.

i hate it cos its haunting every single minute of my life.

i hate it cos it'll never come true.

i hate it that you came into my life, messing up unknowingly.

i hate the messed up feeling inside me that contradicts everytime,

i hate the fact that you existed, cos its you all over again.

i long to see you, but i dread to see you.

you're the cause and the only way to stop it.

you're like the very fantasy, imaginary - never real.

because in a world you exist, nothing is the same.