All These Things I Hate

I hate that you're so bipolar,

and you never know what you want.

I hate how you think you're the best,

even when you don't have anything to flaunt.

I hate that you think you can keep coming back

to hurt me a little more.

I hate the fact that every time I let you in,

you walk straight out the door.

I hate the fact you say sorry

and then think everything will be okay.

I hate the fact you told me forever,

and we didn't last one more day.

I hate that you push me away

and expect me to turn around.

I hate the way you made me lose myself,

and now it makes me feel like I'll never be found.

I hate the way you pushed me back down

every time I got that fixed.

I hate the way I had everything figured out,

now everything is mixed.

I hate the way you would do everything you could

to make me feel small.

Most of all, I hate that I don't hate you,

not at all, not one bit.