'New' beginnings are just the end of old endings and I hate them because when love is true between two there is no welcoming into it somebody 'New' and something so true won't allow for anything 'New' because true love stories never end so Mr. 'New' I hate you if *you* read this know I still love you

New me

new you 

this would happen this I knew 

our love was going to disappear into the blue

there would come a day when I could no longer see you

I would know sleepless nights this I knew 

I dread starting again

out with the old and in with the new 

new me 

new you

new black 

it's blue

new 

nothing to look forward to

new bae 

new boo

old me 

please let it be the old you 

I would find myself begging this I knew 

when that fine line I drew 

this would happen this I knew 

loving black 

hating blue 

hating black 

loving blue 

though who cares I just miss you 

I love all things old

I hate all things new
dear Mr. New I truly and unconditionally hate you