Angry, The Sequel.

I'm sick of yelling through caps lock, unable to hear each other over the
din our own screams create so I'll
put it down right here.
I hate the stranger you've become, the way others have changed you,
the way the world has molded you.
I hate the way you fight me like I don't love you, like I didn't trust you,
like I don't want this to work.
I hate the way you blame me when you don't even take a damn second
to see things from my point of view.
I hate the he-said, she-said that got us into this in the first place,
and I hate the fact that it is midnight but I cry
as silently as possible so that
nobody will ask me what's wrong.
I hate that you don't need me and I hate that
I'm replaceable.
I hate that I need you and I hate that you can't
be replaced.
You'll probably judge this hardcore, but this isn't poetry, it's a brain dump.