It’s funny how I was so afraid to say them
Afraid of how you’d respond.
Like jumping off a cliff
without knowing what’s below
just hoping it is,
But now that I know what’s at the bottom.
I just keep jumping off the cliff
from higher and higher points.
But now your hand is in mine.
It’s funny how something I was so afraid to say,
became something I so constantly say.
I hate you.