When I said "I hate you,"
I never meant you.
I meant the world.
Because you mean more to me
Than the universe.
No, that's not it.
You were the only one who mattered.
Ever since that time,
It was always you.
Only, it did not seem that way,
But it had always been you,
And up to the now that I am accustomed to,
It is still you.
Maybe I met several other people who made me feel,
But no one made me feel as much as you.
I know I didn't - and don't - live up to your expectations.
I'm sorry for causing you so much pain.
I'm sorry for being a burden.
I'm sorry for taking you for granted.
I'm sorry for being so twisted.
I'm sorry for being wicked.
I'm sorry for making you angry.
I'm sorry for making you cry.
Maybe I have no right to stop you at all
From leaving me.
For wanting to be with someone
Other than me.
Maybe I am not someone worhwhile for you.
Now, I realize.
I need to stop hating the world for now
And be sad, even just for a little while.