17 to 1

“17 to 1”

I hate the way we met
Because it shouldn’t have happened
If I had listened to what I had been told
Then I never would have gotten up the nerve
To say hello
For the first time

I hate all the times we talked
You made it so easy
You made it seem special
And because of that
I thought you were special
Which made me blind to the truth

I hate that you didn’t tell me yourself
And I had to hear it through a friend
That tells me you were a coward
And you didn’t care
About anything
About me

I hate the day I cut you out of my life
Deleting your existence
From my life
Like it would heal an open wound
But I wish I hadn’t
So I could talk to you now

I hate that I cannot get you off my mind
You come into my dreams
And haunt me all through the night
You are in everything thought
Every idea
But I don’t want you to be

I hate when I compare myself to your friends
Because I know I’m not as funny
Or as pretty and skinny
Or as ‘cool’ to hang out with
That makes me feel like I don’t deserve you
Truth is I probably don’t



I hate how she talks so lightheartedly about you
She tells me stories
And I feel nauseous
I can’t tell her because she wouldn’t understand
So she doesn’t know
How much your memory hurts me

I hate it when you wear bright colors
In the body of dull faces
It makes it so easy to spot you
And when you coincidentally walk by
My group, I force myself to look away
Because I want to pretend you’re not there

I hate all the things
That remind me of you
Inside jokes and the smell of February
Thursdays and history textbooks
The glistening sea and night sky
Disneyland and long talks

I hate music
And books, even my own,
About love and boys and girls
Which I didn’t hate before
Because they make me wish
For something I will never have

I hate writing now
The one thing I once thought
My life would depend on
Because I remember when
I told you my dream
And you thought it was great

I hate the days at school
When I see you and you wave
Smile, and say “hey”
And I don’t know whether I should
Because you seem so happy
And it kills me to let you walk away



I hate having to admit I’m wrong
That’s always been my worst habit
But I can’t blame you
For not feeling the same
I am the one to blame, I don’t know
What to say besides “I’m sorry”

I hate that I can’t tell you any of this
I feel that you would understand me
Would help me
But you might be scared
And that’s the last thing
I want to make you feel

I hate thinking about the future
And how I might fix this
Wreck between us
Every time I imagine what
Might happen
It ends in disaster

I hate thinking about other boys
Because even though you don’t
See me like that
I will always think of you
First
And they never compare

I hate writing this
Like it will set the end
In stone
But I think it will
Help me somehow
I pray it will

Of all the things I hate
There is one exception
I could never hate you
No matter what I think
I can’t explain why
I don’t feel that way

This was a nice piece, easy to relate to for a lot of people, including myself. The overall message was good, it was pretty smooth. I think you had a few grammatical errors here and there, but other than that it wasn't half bad. =] I'll tell you now that I had to go through the exact same thing. I'm still at the point where I hesitate to watch movies that me and my ex watched together, because it still hurts just a little. But I love this piece a lot, keep it up. And never give up on writing.

This is a really good piece. Honestly, Its so good because LOTS of people can relate. While some points of it were dry and weird like the part about Chipotle and the Tech team. That made me lose focus on your poem, since I live near tech and love Chipotle. So I think just those two things make it to realistic to me, when its still you. I didn't connect with the poem as well.
Other than that I enjoyed it and I didn't think I would sins, this poem is relatable, the topic is also over used. But you put your own point of view. Congrats! I really did like this.