She loves the way she hates him, she's unsure that she does
Her looks of disgust, all muddled up with lust, angered her feelings won't fade to dust
Recollections of moments and times, rewind and pause, replays through her mind
Too bitter to smile or offer a hi, scared to admit what she feels inside
He touched her too deep, he opened her eyes, to emotions so dormant, she struggled to hide
She hates that he made her feel loved, vulnerable to all she hid in her vault
Now that he's gone, she returns to her, take back control and play by her rules
The thoughts still linger, what has she done, these games that she plays can not be won
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