I hate the memories
I hate the memories of you
I hate the memories of you and me
I hate the memories of you and me together
I hate the memories of you and me together and happy
I hate the memories of the things you like
I hate being out shopping and almost grabbing something special for you
I hate not being able to look at my own skin and not imagining your hands on me
I hate the way you used to look at me
I hate the memories
How you hate strawberry jam
That you are allergic to theophiline
You are obsessed with John Denver
That damn teak desk
Your stupid preppy clothes
I hate your voice
I hate your eyes
I hate your touch
I hate how I listen to music and remember how we used to listen to that song
I hate the way you treated me
I hate that you changed
I hate all these memories
I wish I could burn you out of my mind
I wish you could feel this way to
I wish you could feel anything