The lost poem

The most important thing
You know it if you have it
But you just take it for granted
Its more special than games
More valuable than diamonds
But
You blew it
You might never get it back
A friend

I hate the way you hurt me
I hate what you said
I hate how you burned me
And how you made me mad

You’ll know when you’ve lost it
You’ll know because I’ll say
Just leave me alone and here I will stay
You’ll never see me eye to eye you’ll never hear me say these things.
You'll just stay full of pride
and walk the other way

I hate the way you used to be nice
I hate they way you came
Over to my house a lot each day by day
I hate the look you give me
Since you hurt me and if I may
I'll hate the way it hurt the most
tearing up in haze.
I hate that your filled with lies
and I hate the way that reflects the tears
From my eyes

Your sister may have told you
But I never thought of you that day
My mom and yours are good friends
But well never be that way

We were never more than friends
But its not that anymore
Because here you’ve left me to die
Crying all alone

I hate the way you’ll treat me
I hate the things you’ll say
But now I’ll just ignore you
And always walk away
But I’ll be waiting for you
When your pride passes away

I hate the way you accused me
Of nothing Id have ever said
I hate the way you shunned me
and i dealt with it instead.

But times have changed
my mind is made up.
I have moved on
I tried to grow up.
You may have cut off a life line
You blew off a Tread.
But almost all things can be mended
If given time in its Stead.

I hate the way told me bye
I hate the way it made me cry
I hate the way thats all I've said
because
I don't hate you all that bad.