de best thing is,

i dun hate u.

not a bit.

not at all.

i tried to.

but at de end of de day,

i still pray for ur happiness.

who is praying for my happiness.

the screwed up thots in my head.

still feel u beside me.

still smell u.

still feel ur hand in mine.

still want u.

and tt, i hate.

is this love,

or some kind of joke?