I hate the things I can't say, but can't stop thinking about.
I hate the things you don't acknowlege, because you don't care about them.
I hate the way I feel when I'm around you, and how I won't walk away.
I hate the sacrifices I've made, and the challenges I gave up on.
I hate that I can't continuously and vehemently hate you,
but that I also can't stop periodically hating you.
I hate that I probably hate myself more than I hate you,
which is what makes it hard for me to hate you.