I Did

The thing about being bitter,
Is you have to fall in love first.

I did.

I loved,
And I got hurt,
And it made me bitter.

I loved,
Maybe a bit too much,
And showed too little,
In the end,
It taught me to hate everything,
And everyone.

The thing is,

The one that matter the most,

Thinks that I hated him,

While the others that does not even matter,

Think I hold them dearly in my heart.

But it was him.

He was the first.

It was always him.

That love is something that will hurt you.

It taught me to be bitter.
To be skeptical.
To be cynical.
To see every bad thing there is.
And overlook the good thing.

I loved.
I did.