Julianna May

You keep asking if I’m hurt, but I’m not.
I’m not broken, I’m not falling apart anymore.
I’m not hurt.

I’m just mad.
I’m mad at myself for believing your lies.
I’m mad at you, for lying to me all over again.

I’m mad because your smile is beautiful.
I’m mad because I apologize when you should.
I’m mad at myself.

I hate myself.
I hate that I can’t stay angry with you.
I hate that no matter what, I’ll always love you.