• I hate that I still love you,
    that you're always in my thoughts.

    I hate that every time I see you,
    my heart threatens to break in two.

    I hate all these lies,
    the ones swirling around.

    I hate that it's hard to look at you,
    and that I can't make a sound.

    I hate what I've done,
    and what I have yet to do.

    I hate that I love to cut,
    all because of you.

    But mostly,
    I hate that I love you,
    and wished you loved me too.